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Dealbreaker: He Can't Stop Performing

He yelled. He cried. He beat his steering wheel. He shouted that he loved me. He swore loudly and with feeling that he was trying.


In our Dealbreakers series, exes report on the habit, belief, or boxer brief that ended the affair.

Joshua and I hit it off at a bar after one of his plays. I didn’t see the show, but I definitely appreciated his performance for the remainder of the night. We were both geeks in high school—and college, and life—so we giggled about Shakespeare and marching band. We had both lived in the Pacific Northwest and traded stories about how lovely gray skies were even when they didn’t clear for months at a time. We closed the bar down, and at the end of the night, he pulled me close and whispered: “Can I walk you to your car?”

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Eating While Black: How I Navigate Watermelon, Fried Chicken, and Frozen Yogurt

I can’t help but have my race in the back of my mind when I’m ordering.

I always hope no one catches me.

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