Frank’s out of town for a couple of days. He left this morning for LA (for his first business trip ever!) I kind of can’t remember the last time I was home alone. Generally me and Frank take vacations together (because, uh, we can’t really afford to take that many,) and even though we go separate places for the holidays we generally leave and return around the same time, and until now, neither of us did any travel for work. So I’m a little lonely but whatever, I’m not going to be a baby about it.
"Over drinks at a bar my date revealed many interesting details about himself. He used to live on 'the streets.' He claimed to have 'beat Spina Bifida.' He had had a fiancé in Japan who was open to him dating women while he was in the States. After all those amazing revelations I let him know our relationship would not be romantic. As we walked out of the bar he appeared to be suffering from some sort of stomach cramp. He told me he suffered from severe IBS and desperately needed a private bathroom. I have family members who suffer from Crohn's disease so I felt very sympathetic to his situation. I offered to let him use the bathroom in my apartment. After he had finished using the bathroom, he says, 'I know you said we could just be friends and that's fine. But, I was wondering if I could just watch you pee before I leave. I only want to watch.' P.S. — I did not let him watch me pee." -Miranda, 33