All the guys I date have a book. A book you’re supposed to read when you date them. A book that lets you see into their head. A book that moved them, shaped their thinking, grounds their intellectualism. It’s important to them that you read the book.
At least 10% of my reading material is the book.
He saw himself out which was eh until I remembered I’d get to wear my retainer that night!!
1. Sweatpants and a messy bun
2. A girlfriend who cooked
3. Large glasses
When your blog post about using a necklace to get guys, gets you guys…
I don’t understand the concept of a one night stand. Like, if you had good sex, why wouldn’t you have more?
Yeah, I’ve cried during sex.
Dude’s like, why’s my face getting wet? (missionary) I’m like, I don’t know, subconscious EMOTIONS.
Guess I was disappointed with him.
So my boyfriend and I break up, and I start working out a lot to stay sane. And now I’m like, great, now I have abs, and there’s no one to look at them. Can I get a second opinion on if my perky spin butt is worth the chunky spin thighs?
I’m still in that self destructive phase where if someone offered me a chance to meet a stranger who would become the love of my life or a text from my ex stating that he wanted to see me, I’d choose the latter.
It’s starting to have been long enough since we broke up that if I died, it wouldn’t be immediately obvious to people to call you. I still can’t believe you don’t want to hang out anymore. I just want go home.
I didn’t have any warning. I still had soup in your freezer and eyeliner placed gently on the ground of your bathroom as I sprinted after you to brunch. I feel like I lost a home.