My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks -1.0-mo...

The romantic storyline of my summer doesn't have a happy ending. But it has an honest one.

I accidentally matched with a guy who turned out to be in a "throuple." I didn't know what a throuple was until I showed up to the date and his two partners were also there, holding clipboards. They wanted to "audition" me. I ran. My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks -1.0-MO...

I stood there holding a veggie burger, realizing I had become the "jealous girlfriend" archetype in a screenplay I didn’t consent to be in. The romantic storyline of my summer doesn't have

And honestly? That’s better than fiction. They wanted to "audition" me

My Wild Summer With Relationships and Romantic Storylines

It was the summer the AC broke, the ice cream melted within minutes of purchase, and my carefully organized understanding of love fell apart like a poorly-built sandcastle. Before June, I viewed romance as a linear equation: you meet, you date, you commit, you live happily ever after. But that summer—my “wild summer”—taught me that relationships are not storylines with predictable arcs. They are messy, non-linear, and often defy the narrative structures we impose on them.

Leo wanted an audience. Jordan wanted a placeholder. The botanist wanted a plant. None of them wanted me —the messy, anxious, brilliant, too-much person that I am.