Feb 19, 2017
7 min read
The Joy of Being an Untethered Woman
On sex, solitude, and female friendship
Nineteen years ago I spent an evening with a person who had been madly in love with me — his words — when I was 23. We’ll call him V. When we met for dinner, it had been seven years since we’d last seen each other, and it felt as though a lifetime had passed. He was newly married. I had recently moved back to New York after several…
