Running Wild

Posted: December 9, 2014 in Uncategorized


Day 4: December 9, 2014

(me underground in a ceynote in Mexico, looking up at the sky through the ground)

The last time I got my heart broken I went to Mexico.

I had this beautifully tortured love affair with this boy I met on OkCupid. It lasted about a year and a half. He was gorgeous in a sad puppy-dog way and confused and brilliant and screwed up. Just my type. I was 25 when we met and just ready to have a perfect indie-movie hipster romance. We got stoned and drew chalk murals on the sidewalk outside his apartment in Bushwick, hula-hooped in the park and ran through fire hydrants and had sex on rooftops and stayed up for days drinking bourbon and philosophizing about the nature of the universe. It was perfect. We felt equally conflicted about being adults, although being a chick and having a collegeā€¦

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