1. Safe passage from Marietta to New York City, my home.
2. New York City, my home.
3. Holly, who seemed less happy to see me than annoyed that I’d left here all alone for 9 days.  She had shit on the bed not long before I came in; it was still warm.
4. The ride to the airport with Dad, sometimes not saying anything, me fiddling with my phone and emailing, but being together anyway, eating our bagels and cream cheese.  Our hug goodbye at the airport.
5. The women on OKCupid, with whom I’ve had virtually no interaction beyond leaving them messages and not hearing back.  But it is steeling me and, together with the incident with Sarah a couple of weeks ago, hardening me to rejection.  My fear was so great I avoided situations where I might have to confront it and so it remained mostly hidden.

Many thanks,

Me