Earlier this week, a local magazine published an editorial I wrote about my neighbor. You can read it here.
Long story short, I went to his apartment for what I assumed was an innocent evening and ended up having to run out of there after he was trying to force me to cuddle with him.
Now, he is known as the Chronic Cuddler.
Although the event was a little scary and uncomfortable, I loved being able to tell my story through writing. It brought me back to my college days as a relationship columnist. I loved fitting a complicated story into just a small amount of space, starting with the problem and ending up at the solution, all in a neat set of lines.
It felt great to do it again, with a much more lighthearted problem.
As for the Chronic Cuddler? He moves out in 4 days.
The Bitter Lemon 