I have been in Providence for three years now.
I am the director of finance and operations at a foundation that funds literacy programs in four states, and I have a one-bedroom apartment and a used desk and a lamp and a chair, and above the desk I have a photograph of fourteen acres of pine and ledge out on the western point of Marrow Bay, where anyone in town can walk down to the water.
I have not married. I have not decided that I never will. I have, at various points in the last three years, been on exactly nine first dates, and I left eight of them early and I stayed for the whole of the ninth, and he was a high school science teacher named Daniel who has never once asked me what I do for a living before asking me how I am.
We've been seeing each other for a year. It's not a dramati
