“They don’t mind you sleeping with their wives?” I asked
Dash wore a jean jacket. He’s been wearing the same one for 15 years. The one in his Tinder picture. Dash, 29, one mile away. He sent me a screenshot of that, even though I had gone off online dating.
“Nice? Becca threw a drink in a guy's face for touching her ass last night, and you missed it because you were off talking to a nice guy?” She used air quotes around the word nice.
Jimmy was dead, and I had slept with all of the eligible coworkers.
I give them all a careful look and say things like, “Oooh, this is an extra special egg.”
Finally, one small voice from the tiniest of the nieces near the couch squeaked, “Fuck Gregor.”
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub
