This
man who only dated caves would—when he found an online listing
for a cave he thought he’d like—send them a short,
introductory email. He'd tell them all about himself—about his
wants and needs, and his desires, and stuff like that.
He was always very honest about what kind of a person he was when he
would write to the caves and tell them things. He was always himself.
You know, he never fronted like he was something he was not.
He was real with the caves.
They seemed to appreciate that about him, he thought.
