
Why Do I Feel So Judged by That French Bulldog in the Café?
He knows I didn't order single-origin. He was already there when I arrived.
A tale of auditory torture, quiet rage, and eventual enlightenment.
After three glasses of Spanish red and a $379 luxury bidet with 'personal user memory,' I emerged from the bathroom 11 minutes later with the posture of someone who had seen combat and come out softer.
Not absorbent. Not okay.
There comes a time in every man's life when he realizes he's been lied to. For me, that time was at a dinner party... 'We use olive oil for everything.'
A study in panic, performance, and mild concussion. It started, as many collapses do, with brunch.
A tale of misplaced intimacy and unintended German nationalism
The most relaxing hour of my life. If you don't count the mental warfare. It begins, as all tension does, with the instruction to relax.
Was it admiration? Was it mockery? Was I tricked into confidence? It started, like many traumas, with eye contact and hope.
A Case Study in Romantic Misalignment and Gingival Integrity
A slow dispatch from elsewhere. Sent only when it matters.
No spam, ever. Unsubscribe at any time. Your privacy is respected.