Head Over Flats - Introduction

When Emily told me about Will Write for Booze, I wanted to be a part of it but I didn’t know what I wanted to write about. Most of my papers are dense, academic treatises on language that have soporific effects on par with 10 milligrams or so of diazepam. It’s been a while since I’ve written anything that anyone would ever really want to read.

I went through my correspondence to see what I write about on a daily basis. Aside from sending work emails, inspirational quotes, and theBERRY’s eye candy pics, I don't have a lot to share. I don’t seem to write about anything in particular. Unless I’ve fallen in love. Which, judging from my emails, seems to happen all the time.

Sometimes love is the culmination of a million tiny attractions, each like little snowflakes that together make up an avalanche. Other times it is the top stair that you think should be there when you take an extra step in the dark. Sometimes it’s just the nice glaze we put on lust, trying to make it prettier.

Embarrassingly enough, I fall in love a lot. Love slaps me in the face unexpectedly on sleepy afternoons, it hides like my car keys when I’m in a hurry. Love also fades and falls apart, it gets quashed, it can be unrequited or wholly unreasonable.

For me, the best part of love is that first moment: the spark, the revelation that love is there and I can feel it. Everything that comes after is just life, but that moment is something more. It is connection.

Head Over Flats is the story of that initial life-altering adrenaline rush of when I fall in love. Over and over.

With lovers past and present.

With friends.

With random men in line at the bank.

With that ludicrously sexy guy out walking his goldador retriever in the park.

With pretty much anyone.

I suppose that makes me a romantic. Or a nutjob. Feel free to help me decide which.