It’s a shame what dating profiles have done to the phrase: “long walks on the beach,” because someone’s love of long walks on the beach may be real. And Chelsea walks for no man who finds these walks sweet, for no strong woman, and no effeminate man who dresses better than she, and no lumberjack-wearing city boy, and no Midwest transplant falling in love with every skirt in the produce store, and no down-to-earth guy just looking for a good time, and no half-buzzed head of hair trying to blow your mind, and no mother figure, and no penis, and no vagina.
Chelsea walks because each step is different in the sand. Or she walks because sand. Or she walks because it’s none of your fucking business.
*Published with Bay Area Generations