A dude sitting next to me at the Amy Hempel reading asked for my number. We had chatted briefly earlier that day when I met him at the Book Fair. We traded numbers and ended up getting together twice, but he lives in Philly, and I live outside of NYC. We don’t talk anymore, but I still consider this to be an AWP success!
[…] sleeping next to a stranger in their hotel rooms, and then possibly fantasizing about responding to an htmlgiant post about whether or not they’ve gotten laid at AWP with “i can’t remember.” Then, redirecting their browser to Google, the poet will […]