I’m not a big texter. But I text Gwen as soon as I land. Fifteen years ago, I might not have. Now, I’m too fucking old to play mind games. I’m interested. Simple as that. I don’t know her last name. Or if she lives in Toronto or was just visiting. I only know that she was on her way back from a yoga retreat in Mexico and that I had more fun with her than I have with anyone in a very long time. And I want to do it again sometime. Hell, we could just meet and hang out in another airport for all I care.
