Isolation’s Disparate Tug

(photo by davy carren)

The obviously a-skosh-more-than-slightly balding man in flip-flops said to his date, “I’m like whatever the equivalent of a Foodie is to music.”

She might’ve been impressed, or was just making that fake-amused-reaction-face that people make when something unpleasant is forced upon them but they feel the need to (at least temporarily) make it seem as if they are, well, amused. She watched his thick eyebrows flutter…