I love bathrooms, and my favorite part of most houses is the bathroom. If I visit you at home, go to a restaurant for the first time or even visit an office building for the first time, best believe, I’ll need to pee. I’ll plup my derriere on the toilet seat, and while I tinkle, I’ll take in the colors, the decor, the tiles and the design layout. On more than one occasion, I signed an lease contract solely on my connection to the bathroom, well, and the rent too. Duh, it’s not that serious...Read More
One simple word – Stories.
I’m going to spend a ridiculous amount of time telling creative non-fiction stories. You’ll get poetry, think pieces, fiction stories and reflective posts, but you will get a truckload of stories and some great images too. Funny stories like that time I got drunk for the first time and drunk dialed my mom, reflective stories about stupid choices and God’s redeeming love, and jaw dropping tales like that one time (more like four times) random guys on the D.C. metro decided I was the perfect centerpiece to jerk off to...
“Look for the guy in the fedora. I’ll wait for you outside,” his text read.
“Great, I’m walking over now, and I have on a stripped black and white skirt and a purple sweater top.” I responded. A few minutes after I sent the text, I began my walk over to Café Asia, the restaurant I chose for dinner, because it was two blocks away from my job, and the walk was barely three minutes.
It was a first date, and just as he texted, he was standing outside Café Asia in grey flannel slacks, a white sweater top and a fedora. He saw me a few second after I saw him. He walked over, smiled, held out his hand and said, “Hi AdeOla, Tim (not real name) and nice to finally meet you.” This simple and helpful gesture, in addition to the fedora, further confirmed he was my date. We had only just met on Plenty of Fish (POF) about two weeks prior, and this was our first face-to- face meeting...Read More