She told me she had a boyfriend back home and a lover on the side. There was no doubt in my mind that I would get her into bed.
My confidence with women had moved seamlessly from awkwardness to arrogance in a few short, promiscuous years.
I pitched a response essay to my editors here at Babble, but then I paused.
I had an urge to be a shadow, hidden and silent, facing opposite the desire to be the brightest, most charming individual in any room.
I was always going to live somewhere in between, oscillating from end to end, rarely stopping near the truest center.
Flicking backwards and forwards in time and jumping all over the globe almost as if he were on LSD, he favorited articles to read the next morning and soon, he was calm and tired and went back to sleep.
But imagine him lying there in the dark, face illuminated by a screen, scanning his Twitter feed for something to soothe his nerves, which connected to his brain, which had been rewired by a life on the Internet.I also know that people bring different baggage to the table.