Episode 113: Somebody hung an umbrella on my apartment door every rainy morning for two years and I baked the wrong neighbor banana bread the whole time
Submitted by Tess — Seattle, Washington. 33. I want to start with the date, because for two years I didn't think the date had anything to do with it. It was November, a Hinge match, a guy named Grant who did logistics for a shelving company. We met at a bar on Capitol Hill. He was fine. He talked about his commute for maybe twenty minutes, he asked me zero questions, and he ordered my drink without asking. The only thing I really remember is that he showed up with an umbrella. Black, compact, with a curved wooden handle. In Seattle that's like walking in wearing a cape. Nobody here carries an…
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