Half Full or Half Empty? I called him “Cup Guy” because in every photo on his dating profile, he held a cup. Last Pride month, our relationship fizzled.
Five months later, I watched him kiss someone new at “our” bar in the West Village. During the kiss, Cup Guy’s eyes were locked on mine.
I couldn’t look away. Later, I saw him order two vodka-Cokes, likely for himself and his date. Surprise: He sauntered to my table. “Take it,” he said, grinning, sliding a drink over, before leaving abruptly.
I stared at this cup, wondering if it was a peace offering or an invitation. — Dillon Fernando A Type of Second Sight Before my divorce, I took lots of selfies and posted them on Facebook.