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March 31, 2012
He asks if he can tag me on Facebook in the photo he's taken with his iPhone in stark daylight after I've ridden my bike 25 minutes to meet him. I pretend I'm not the kind of person who needs to approve every photo ever released to even a limited public, not the kind of person who cares if a photo isn't corrected for color or contrast or insanity. Meanwhile, when it appears on my "timeline", I'm obsessed with the laugh lines around my eyes, only visible when I'm grinning maniacally, and hope viewers will mistake them for Liza-like lashes.