Ermagherrrrd! I have a date tomorrow with a gentleman who asked me out while I was writing at the beach, scribbling in the sand.

Headphones on, I was caught completely off-guard.

I don’t know his name. He is saved in my phone as “Hot Surfer Huntington Beach”.

Since I rarely get approached in public—a fact that annoys me—I am particularly elated. I owe it to the ocean to write more often.