The Last Man on Earth: A Survival Romance

by Shae Sanders

For the loneliest people in a room full of others. May you find the one who truly sees you.

Twenty-seven seems young to marry, especially when you can tell from his music that his frontal lobe needs a lot more cook time, but I ain’t his mama.

“Just because I’m stranded doesn’t mean I can’t have standards.”

“Princess treatment on a desert island. I done heard it all. We ain’t even got a fuckin’ toilet, but you want princess treatment.” “Correct,” she says, eyes sparkling. “Because it’s not a dollar amount. It’s a mindset. You might be the only man here, but you still have to apply pressure.”

we’re a team now, and frankly, now that we’ve fucked, I’m feeling real boyfriend-like with this woman. Time to grow the fuck up.

I watch him and think to myself, that’s the kind of man you want by your side.

I love this. I love when a man is useful. I don’t suppose they get many opportunities to be useful in modern times, but this right here is a return to form. And I’m enjoying it very much.