On March 23, 2015, Kate created a profile on OkCupid.

Some 200 opening messages later, she's been on a whopping 4 dates.

Kate likes women. That feeling does not appear to be mutual.

Clearly, she's doing something right.

Each post is an excerpt of a message this seemingly inexorable self-saboteur has sent, backdated to its original send date.

More of the same is guaranteed.

Just Enough To Hang Myself With

Let's go to Home Depot sometime and argue about Rope—I don't know why we'd be at Home Depot, as I am neither handy nor in need of a new faucet, but it worked sort of for set up of this joke—so I guess just ignore that and instead imagine that this sentence takes place in a single continuous shot with masked cuts, and imagine that I hate how it spools out (could use a rewrite)—exactly like that movie—about which I wrote a paper in college deconstructing Hitchcock's use of camera movement as a means of in-shot, long-take editing (in contrast to Children of Men).
 

True story.

An Open Letter To A Town In Transition

Just Quidditch While You're Ahead