I said “please” to ChatGPT last night. 2 AM. Sitting on my uneven couch. Asked it to help rewrite a client email. Started with “Can you please help me with something?” Like it has a choice. Like it might say no. Like it’s doing me a favor instead of just executing code. I’ve been thinking […]
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Sarah and I have been seeing each other for three weeks. That’s what we call it. “Seeing each other.” Not dating. Not exclusive. Just… seeing. It’s vague enough to mean everything and nothing. Very convenient. Very modern. Very cowardly. We’ve been out five times. Maybe six if you count the afternoon coffee at Ludlow Coffee […]
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I texted Sarah on Thursday. Three days after the date. Not two. Not four. Three felt right. Or maybe it just felt less wrong. Like ordering the second-cheapest wine on the menu. “Hey. That was fun the other night. Want to do it again?” I stared at it for ten minutes before hitting send. Deleted […]
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My phone knows I’m single before I do. It’s Tuesday. I’m at Gregory’s on Park Ave. The line’s seven people deep. Everyone’s on their phones. I’m on mine too. Emma, 31, liked my photo. I don’t know Emma. The app says we’re 87% compatible. The app doesn’t know I still listen to The Strokes unironically. […]
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