COLE STRYKER

I’m staying at an Airbnb place in Los Angeles this month. Shabby chic furniture. Colorful rubber kettlebells designed for a woman. Framed inspirational quotes. A soothing tiny electronic waterfall. A book written by the Dalai Lama. Hanging nudes painted by my host. 

Every morning I walk by the fridge and see this magnet, holding up what appears to be a hint for a boyfriend.

And I’m like, “Whom you divorce. Whom.”