A story I wrote appeared in Tin House, or at least on their blog. Click through the quote to read:
Twice, I have given fake phone numbers to men I met in bars. The first must have been fifty. He bought me a drink; and, offended by how little I talked to him, took it back half-drunk. Ballsy. The second was a film director in Berlin. He was sweet and well-dressed; ever since, I’ve been looking in vain for a coat like his; square-shouldered cut, rich gray flannel.