The One with the Szechuan Sauce.

I don't like going on dates. I get uncomfortable. I feel so compelled to converse that I forget everything I could possibly contribute. I keep wondering if I'm eating right; if you're bothered by how loud I am when I take a sip. Am I using really weird metaphors? Am I making enough eye-contact? It's all…

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The One with Pops.

A Mitsubishi Galant. That was my dad's first car. KVP something-something. I grew up knowing it had my name on it. See, he'd told me that the KVP stood for Ken, Victoria, and Pripri. I'm pretty sure he did this to remind me that my government name wasn't the name he called me: Stim. Interesting…

The One with the Marauders.

  I met my best friends through Jesus. (yes, life is full of little ironies.) I met Wangu in class 8. On Sundays, their boarding school used to come to my church. I only went to church because my house was so full yet so infuriatingly quiet on Sunday mornings and that bothered me. Wangu's…

The One with the Awkward Stage.

Not-so-fun fact: Regardless of how bad you want it, you cannot (and will not) Simone Biles your way out of the awkward stage. The awkward stage is, well, the first couple of months after locking your hair throughout which your head looks like a cross between bald patches and a sisal plantation. A lot of…

The One, again.

I want to see the world with you. From The Louvre to Table Mountain. The Louvre. Fun fact #1: 80 days. That's what it would take to go through the entire Louvre - and only if we spent a minute on each piece. Obviously, the 192,000 for the daily tickets 80 times in a row…

The One with the Fears.

Truth is I'm afraid I'll never own a jukebox or brew my own beer. Or that I won't ever read every Agatha Christie book there is. And there's also the crippling thought that Greedo might have actually shot Han Solo first, but apart from these, yes, I do have a couple of conventional fears: Acrophobia…