What’s the opening line of your memoir?
A few different options that reflect how wild life can be
- Things are wild, but I wouldn’t have it any other way
- The way they [stay] tells you everything (adapted from Rupi Kaur’s milk and honey)
- Life isn’t perfect – but it is beautiful, inspiring, and magical most of the time.
- If it’s not alright, it’s not the end – this simple reminder has kept me moving forward.
- I’m lucky to know rejection so well
- No good story is ever told once
- God I love butterflies
Your first and your most recent lover meet
I’m sitting in Café on the Ave and taking deep breaths. I’ve been planning this moment for a while, the one where my past and present collide. I’m not sure what I want out of this meeting – am I seeking excitement, anxiety, or straight up horror? I put on “Show Me Love,” my go-to song for healing and feel a little bit better.
They both walk in the door, one after the other. I guess neither person knows who they are looking for, so they both pull out there iPhones and send me a message, “hey, where are you sitting?” I flag Frances down first and gesture for him to sit at my table.
“So, what’s new with you?” I say brightly, practically stumbling over the introduction I’ve been rehearsing for the last half an hour.
“Pretty good!” Frances responds as he pulls a headphone out of his ear. “Winter quarter isn’t making me freeze to death, so we’ll call it a victory.” I blink at this joke because I said the exact same thing to my friend last week – I guess I’ve never stopped being struck by how similar we are.
I nod politely as I look out for Sam to show up. Frances doesn’t do well with silence, which becomes evident when he starts drumming his fingers on the table.
“Have you heard Drake’s new song? I mean obviously you have, but is it a yay or nay for God’s Plan?” Frances asks as pulls out his wallet.
I smile because he knows me so well. I love it when someone knows what I’ve been listening to. The smile fades quickly because I see Sam enter the doorway. I see her thick brown hair first as she pushes it out of her face and smiles at the person coming in behind her. She gives me a small wave and walks over.
“Phew, I made it!” she says she sits down. She turns to Frances and offers a handshake. “Sam – and you are?”
“Frances! I’ve heard so much about you,” Frances after giving me the side eye. In this moment, all I want to do is melt.
“Well, here we are,” I blurt out, interrupting their polite conversation. They look up and stare at me in confusion, and I can feel myself blushing.
~ not sure where this is going, I’ll all about the chase and build-up ~
Describe the perfect date night: setting, food, & ending
Well, anyone who knows me should have figured out that I want to start any good date in Capitol Hill. Hopefully, we can start by visiting the murals off of Broadway Street next to Cal Anderson Park (I think). Then, we stop into General Porpoise donuts (my vote is on the chocolate marshmallow donut. Then, we need to take an extra long walk on the rainbow roads of the city that have always welcomed me home in my purest form. I hope that the sun is shining so I’ve traded in my black puffy jacket for some lacy shorts and a crop top. I hope that my significant other and I are holding hands and laughing a lot, but also talking about things that matter most to us. I hope our conversations are as meaningful as they are vulnerable, and that we can see each other clearly by the end.
Ah yes, the ending. Well, my motto has always been, “if you’re having fun, don’t leave.” So, I hope that it doesn’t end too early because I love a 6 hour date 😉