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237 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 30, 2018



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Text me something to get me hot.
I replied: The AC is broken.
I’d never touched a surfboard in my life.
“C’mon.” She delivered a solid punch to my arm. “Just think of the wave like it’s me.”
“You.”
“Me,” she said in a jolly voice. “A joy to look at and a thrill to ride.”
“This is what I know. I know that I have questions. And when I have questions I propose a theory or possible explanation, a hypothesis if you will. And then I test that hypothesis with an experiment and from that experiment I draw a conclusion.”
“Adelaide.” His voice hardened. “This thing between us is not some fuckin’ science experiment. Not everything is a fuckin’ science experiment.”
“But that’s how I make sense of the natural world.”
…
“Why? Why do you always have to overanalyse everything? Why can’t you just let things be?”
Because I can’t. Because the absence of certainty fuels my imagination and I’ll always be left wondering what if?
“My friend here is a great repository of useful and useless information. She’s Siri in the flesh. Ask her anything.”
“Why?” I asked, my voice breaking into a hoarse whisper. “Why are you always looking for answers?”
Maybe this was one of the challenges that came with dating someone with Asperger’s. Or maybe this was just who she was.
Either way, I had to come to terms with it and accept it.
Fuuuucccck.
“For me, there’s only you. No one else.