At my local Rite Aid works a woman who once looked at my ID and said, “We have the same birthday!” She hasn’t mentioned it since. I think how I might like to surprise her with this information on the day. But that will mean both that I am in a Rite Aid on my birthday and that I am still smoking cigarettes. Instead, I go in a few days before our big day, in need of paper towels. I ask her if she has any exciting weekend plans. She blinks at me, processing the question. Then she tells me that she only dates men.