Baby Daddy, An Accountant's Life

1. I run into this guy at Whole Foods in Union Square who is kind of a conglomerate of my last two ex-boyfriends. He has this really cute little kid with him, and soon it becomes clear that this is our kid, a kid he had without me somehow. We have a pleasant chat in the produce section and then shake hands and go our separate ways.

2. This dream belongs to someone else, someone more mathematically inclined than I am. There are lots of formulas, tax worksheets, fancy bourbon drinks poured at the end of each workday. You are not there and neither am I.