Sunday, June 26, 2016


by Art Por Diaz 
“This is my boyfriend,” she said with a smile. I was dumbstruck since 15 minutes earlier, while we drank birra, I asked if she was single, and she said, “Yes.” To confirm I wasn’t mishearing things, I asked if she had a boyfriend while the guy she introduced me to was off fetching himself a drink. “Yes” barely exited her mouth when I interjected my sentence that went something along the lines of, “But you said you were single.” She stared at me, then said, “What is single mean?”