I didn’t realize until recently that going to a wedding without a date could be AWESOME.

“These jeans are trash,” Robert said when he got home. He’d been out helping one of our friends put up a new shed, and he had apparently pushed the limits of what fabric can be expected to endure. The jeans had been on their last legs, so to speak, for a while now. The knees were gone. One pocket was missing. But this was new. This was obscene. I could see his blue-and-white striped boxers through the hole.

Robert wiped his forehead with the back of his arm. His hair looked even blonder than it had just that morning, as if the sun had beat the color out of it. We were in the middle of a serious heat wave. I’d hardly managed to keep my clothes on, finally settling on a thin coral shirt and a tiny... Read More