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The First Time

It was January. We met at a hotel bar for a drink. When I first laid eyes on him I thought he was arrogant. He led the way to our table with his hand pointed in the air. I looked at him and all I could think was, “No, no, no.”

He was strange. The lighting wasn’t the best so I could barely make out his face. He kept pulling these faces that looked like he¬†was majorly disgusted by words/suggestions (see photo). I was so thirsty but I wouldn’t drink because when I arrived at the table, the water was already poured. You never know with people you meet online.

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Talking to Strangers

jeremy_norton_illustration___strange_girl_by_jeremynorton-d7yokifIt was a windy Friday morning. I was on the train platform with my oversized bag of rolling purple luggage.

There was someone staring at me. She looked no older than 18. She wore glasses and was quite thin. It looked like she wanted to say something to me. I didn’t move an inch.

“Going somewhere?”

She had a whimsical voice. I looked up at her. She looked alone. Like she needed someone to talk to.

“I’m going to Cape Cod.”

“I’ve never been there”

“Either have I”

Awkward silence

“I’m sorry I really didn’t mean to start conversation.”

“That’s okay. I’m friendly, I don’t mind.”

We sat together on the train. She told me about her internship and her college studies, her family, her boyfriend. I talked a bit. She talked more and kept apologizing about talking so much.

At one point she pulled out a stick of deodarant and swiped some under her arms. She was a little eccentric and a few years older than I thought she was. She told me how people are usually very mean to her and that I was nice. At one point she almost had me tearing up.

So when she asked me for my phone number, I thought it was a little personal but it might be okay. I gave it to her along with my last name. She claimed to know my sister. I thought they may have been high school friends and deemed her as “safe.”

She usually took the subway to work but since I walk, she decided to walk with me. We got on the escalator. I tried to maneuver my footing with my rolling luggage and was a little disoriented. She held out her hand to me and said, “it’s okay, I got you.” I thought this was nice but a little much. Like something I would have done a decade earlier. I said no thanks.

We got to my block, I gave her a hug. I got to my office and noticed I had a white deodorant stain on my black cardigan. I had a text from her saying she got to work safe. And every day after that I received texts from her wishing me a good time in Cape Cod. And I also had Facebook notifications for posts of a comic we had chatted about. Then I had Facebook messages along with more text messages asking what time my train would be the next day.

I only answered her once.


80 Followers – Thank You!


I’ve had my blog up and running for the past two years but I’ve never been sure of what direction I should take it in. Lately I’ve been feeling really creative and inspired and have been sharing some life experiences with you all. It seems like when I stop filtering myself and let it all go my posts become something I can be proud of. I’d like to continue in this direction!

Thank you so much to all who like, comment and follow me! I’ll be sure to keep those interesting posts coming and hopefully hit 100 followers soon!!

Peace and love to all of you. I appreciate all of the support.

Letter of Interest

After a normal day of work, pilates, and a little grocery shopping I expected to come home, eat dinner and relax. Instead, I may have a potential stalker on my hands.

“Trina something came in the mail for you,” said Dad.


There was an envelope marked Ms. Katrina Masterson.

That’s not my last name …

Inside was a recent article I published in a newspaper with my name circled and underlined, and an illegible note scribbled on top, along with my home address.

Dear Ms. Masterson,

At your earliest convenience please give me a call about his enclosed writeup, advertisement or business card.

I have reason to believe you might be interested in what I have to offer.


Manona Relshir

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The word “writeup” was circled.

I found it slightly bizarre. There were noticeable errors in the letter, making me question who this man is and what he wants with me or my writing.

After some thorough research, I read several reviews about how this bookstore owner finds people who write articles in the newspaper, contacts them either by phone or e-mail and solicits his business to them, stating that his big offer is that they should become one of his customers.

Part of me feels like I should stay away. People on Yelp have described him as “kook,” “crazy,” rude,” or “grump.” Maybe he’s a guy who loves books and doesn’t have much else to do besides reach out to people to try and generate his ailing business. The other part of me wants to visit the store pretending to be a customer and see what he’s really like and what his story is.

Maybe he’s just a lonely old guy hanging out around messy piles of books all day, wondering what he’s doing with his life, in need of people who care enough about him to visit his store.