Our lighthouses might be far apart (300 nautical miles) but we couldn’t be closer.
Her face was eclipsed by a black umbrella tilted slightly forward, but I could see her lips, and my senses were tempted.
At that moment, I was pushing through an after-work crowd with a friend in tow, talking about how to meet women.
Shouldn’t I date someone who lives within commuting distance of my lighthouse who maybe doesn’t have a lighthouse?I sent him a picture of my lighthouse, with my small figure at the bottom, to get a sense of whether he might be into me, physically. You remind me of red skies at night,” he said, alluding to the sailor’s proverb.Three hundred long lighthouse-keeping days of messaging later, we were an item.Wouldn’t I end up with someone too similar to my father, whose lighthouse and lighthouse-related neuroses I’d inherited? Scrolling through the profiles of men who tended lights like myself was comforting. He had the defined calves of a man who’s walked up a long spiral staircase, the rough skin of someone who’s felt the salt air upon his face for decades, and the haunted look in his eyes of someone who’d spent his days scanning the horizon for ships asunder. Our first messages weren’t much to write home about.It was nice to know I could be with someone who understood what is was like to stand in the darkness on the shore as the waves crashed nearby, all alone, with your sole comfort the warm glow of the revolving warning light above. “Hello.” “Cold weather here, low pressure and a storm on the horizon.” But things quickly began to heat up.If you have just developed your first Android app, you’re probably wondering how to promote it. Even a well made and useful app faces competition with thousands of similar apps, and the risk is that it will never be appreciated As our reliance on smartphone increases, the disaster it would cause if they suffered a cyber-attack also goes up.