A Peach Is Not Just a Peach (TinyLetter Archive)
Dear friends, Something that I think is maybe a little strange about myself is that I fantasize continually but often expect the worst. I'm skeptical, but I believe deeply in following my intuition. And when I am starting a relationship, I question everything, trying to assess if my feelings are real, whether I like this actual person or just the idea of this person--whether the anxiety I'm feeling is in response to legitimate warning signs or just regular anxiety. And so those early days with a new partner, they tend to involve a lot of me telling myself to be open-minded and not read too much into things. My most recent relationship had a couple of moments which, looking back now, contained clear red flags. Hindsight and all that. But one of the things that gave me pause was when he told me that he didn't like peaches. At first I thought he was joking as he made a gagging sound and became incensed by my peachy affection, but no, he truly was disgusted by them. I remember ...
