hopeless place
Finding Love in a Hopeless Place
By this summer, Martine had her dating ritual figured out. It was a series of small actions that changed the mood in her Queens bedroom, so that she could contemplate making flirtatious chit-chat from the same space that she'd been using to perform her sales job, take online classes, exercise, and sleep. "I'd turn off everything," she told me. She'd sit on her floor, cross-legged, and meditate for twenty minutes. Next, she'd pull out her essential oils, open a bottle of something nice, lavender or peppermint, and take a sniff.