Lisboa- A Dating Story
I was shopping for apples, and shopping for apples made me smirk upon careful examination of one otherwise perfect apple. The apple had a hole. A worm hole? Maybe. I didn't consider it long before I carefully placed it back with its brethren fruit. And then I reminisced, thinking about how in Lisbon ("Lisboa") you aren't allowed to touch the fruit and there is a monitor at each fruit stand so you have to tell the under-appreciated worker which one you want. It's weird. Choose wisely. Lisboa is a funny place. But it was in Lisboa I met Morten. There were many days when I wondered if Morten was the one that got away, which is completely hilarious in hindsight, and yet even as I chuckle I remember my feet dangling next to his with his coat around my arms and the blissful happiness that enveloped me. Morten and I met at a club and I remember, distinctly, that I found him so appealing with his tall, well-proportioned frame and his ...