I’m a mature, educated young woman who does professional rewarding work, has a healthy sexual appetite and a close, tightknit social circle. And instead of watching the stupid Red Sox win the world series last night with an attractive man I (used to) screw, I was in bed fantasizing about a life in which I have a boyfriend and we adopt a puppy together and cook Thanksgiving food and snuggle.


Today I found out that one of my absolute favorite former clients has died. It’s not ok and I’m sad.

Life goes on, I guess.