This summer I got to meet the hot, rich Swiss gays I donated eggs to. They picked me up in a brand new white BMW SUV and apologized for the “mess” in the backseat, which consisted of a tub of protein powder and a new box of size 12 Calvin Klein dress shoes.
They suggested oysters for dinner.
We drank IPAs and ate oysters at a cool restaurant for two hours. I had never felt so liberated in my life.
And then I realized how sad that was.
I swore I’d feel like that again one day.