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"