I woke up this morning with a firefighter in my bed. He didn't go to college and has never been outside of America. I drove him back to his hotel in the Marina. There, a group of 4 kids in their early 20s, still awake (and drunk) from last night begged me to drive them to an afterparty brunch in the Castro, they couldn't find a cab. For whatever reason I agreed to drive them. The guy in the front grabbed my face and kissed me before running out of the car.
This is courtesy of Traci, a rockstar investment banker from New York with an unbelievable catalog of travel and a dazzling clothes collection; so pretty much, the exact opposite of her fireman hookup.
Emails like this, believe it or not, instill me with gratitude for the relatively enchanted life I have. I'm free to choose my friends, romantic partners, & experiences. Not every woman on this planet can claim that privilege!