I am 0/3 on chemistry. I have disabled my OkCupid account. I am wasting my precious time.
I want to write Highland Park and tell him that I rue the day I met him.
The story I am telling myself is that I will never have that kind of chemistry again, with anyone but him, and that he doesn’t want me. My story disregards the fact that he is married. Happily so, he says.
Ayahuasca! The Grandmother Vine.
She is calling me into her womb.
What does she want to show me?
I guess I will find out during my imminent ceremony.
Dear Highland Park,
I am 0/3 on chemistry. How about you? No. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.
I rue the day I met you.
I am walking into the ayahuasca ceremony Friday night at 6 pm and walking out Sunday at noon.
I don’t know why I am telling you this.
I just wanted you to know. If you are still curious about it, hit me up next week, and I will tell you everything.
I sent it.
What else was I going to do?