He asks, “Who wants a shot?” and receives a plethera of positive responses… “Yeah. I guess, Sure.” “MEEE!” “You buying, right? Hell, why not.” Ten minutes pass. He returns with a tray full of red colored shots and declares them “panty droppers.” I cringe and anticipate the overly sweet flavor that will hopefully mask the […]Read more "This is Girl’s Night. I am Robin Hood."
Nothing makes me feel better than getting a good cry out. It is like a drug. I don’t know how people hold their tears when it feels so damn good to cry… I am against crying in public though. It makes everyone feel awkward, like public kissing or breastfeeding. I’m sorry, but it’s true. It’s […]Read more "Some Songs for a Good Cry"
Source: Some Things That Happen The First Year of Being Single in 10 YearsRead more "Some Things That Happen The First Year of Being Single in 10 Years"
Your maturity level will digress. All through out college, I was “the girl with the boyfriend.” Of course I partied. I wasn’t a psychopath. I didn’t sit at home with a Zima and write “Mrs. Future Ex-Husband” five hundred times accompanied by doodles of tiny hearts. I did always tend to go home earlier […]Read more "Some Things That Happen The First Year of Being Single in 10 Years"
Being single in your 30s is kind of like being the only female in a seedy dive bar; you feel a little out of place. As some drunk guy stumbles out of the unisex bathroom with piss stained jeans, you think to yourself, “Maybe I should be somewhere else in life, somewhere more grown-up, classy […]Read more "I Don’t Love You, but I Love This Bar."