by Anonymous Me: tall, heels, purple. Anxiously shopping for dinner at the Freddy’s on Lombard. Essayist, sometimes called poetic. You: blonde, white jacket, green hoodie. Also shopping. Potentially hometown antihero Wynne, whose single Rug Burn has burned its way into my memory through bad date after bad date. I cannot relate when you say, “money puts me in the mood,” but I respect your evident acumen. Potentially white blonde Portland woman number 147,983.