Algorithm for the Perfect Getaway
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It felt reckless after knowing each other for just two weeks, but our chemistry had been instant. On paper – or rather, on screen – she seemed too good to be true. Beautiful, well-educated, similar interests. I had been down that road many times with online dating and there was always something that shattered the illusion when we would finally meet in person. Either they looked completely different from their photos, or they were “between jobs”, or they were best friends with their ex (not entirely uncommon for the queer dating scene).
My Best Playmate
I’ve heard the hoot of a barn owl many times, but never from an actual owl. It was my dad’s favourite joke when he saw the sliver of light from under my bedroom door late at night, well after I’d gone to bed. I’d hear his footsteps creaking up the stairs and then a soft hoot hoot at my door, followed by the lightest knock. He’d open it a crack, just enough to peak his head through, and say, I’d tell you to go to sleep, but I have a feeling you’re doing something wonderful.
12 Steps to the Bathroom
Mommy taught me the Golden Rule before I could even walk: if someone knocks, be quiet and hide; never answer the phone when it rings; and never, ever talk to strangers. As you can see, there are a lot of golden rules. I’ve even learned a different one in school. I’m starting to think they should call some of them silver rules or chartreuse rules, because chartreuse is a beautiful word and you can’t sound angry if you’re saying chartreuse.