The Blind Date

Riley, I thought I raised you better than that. To be driving while listening to . . . that,” she complains. “You could have gotten into an accident! And to think, what would you tell the police? Oh, I’m sorry, Officer, that I got into an accident. I was too busy listening to porn.

To pasts that shaped us, presents that fulfill us, and futures that are better than we can dream.

Where it went wrong was her putting her feelings of insecurity about her dating life on you, and you walked off. You both fucked up, and you both need to fix it.

She was powerful not because she wasn’t scared but because she went on so strongly despite the fear.

I admit, smiling that they care enough to

gotta take what life gives you—sometimes it’s sugar, sometimes it’s salt. They might look the same, but they feel different and light up different parts of your tongue. Your heart, too.

I’m a bit of a pessimist, someone who doesn’t expect the zombie apocalypse, but at the same time, I’ve got a bugout bag ready in my SUV . . . just in case.

We’ve all had the great loves of our lives, but there’s no joy in being lonely until we see them again.

It’s about the people around me, about the workers who fill the desks on every floor. It’s about everyone from Steve the security guard to Gina and Tina. Because we all have worth, add value, and can offer important insights. We work together as a team to provide the best experience for our end-users,