Pen Pal

by J.T. Geissinger

He seems sweet and harmless, two things I appreciate in any man I allow into my home while I’m here alone.

“You’re being emasculating.” “That’s ridiculous.” “Yeah? You a man?” I send him a sour look. “Not the last time I checked.” “Then you don’t know what’s emasculating.

“We’re not introverts. We’re misanthropes. Big difference.”