She was overwhelmingly and sweatily frustrated when she could not locate her lover. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. Bad connection? Does that happen like this? Phone dead? No, delivered. Is it a purposeful deceit? No, that can’t be, this is a Hallmark card fairytale full of daisies and sunflowers under the Hamptons summer sun. She reviewed the shame of being an ignorant woman once again in her head, smiled, recoiled her persistent thumbs, and breathed an exhilaratingly refreshing breath. I shall not be an ignorant woman scorned, but hast practiced the subtle art of not giving a fuck. *cue Robyn’s Dancing On My Own*