He was nice, if slightly clueless and a little socially inept. I liked Gchatting with him – we shared the same distain for the older partners and we both passionately hated our jobs. We had a lot of shared interests, an affinity for early 2000s pop punk and an ongoing argument about whether Hermione should have ended up with Ron or Harry.
If you view your wedding as the one day in your life that you can live out your ultimate fantasy of being the princess that gets her knight in shining armor, the day you get to insist your friends and family bend to your will and go out of their way to satisfy your demands, you’re going to be a nightmare of a bride.
From the moment you said “we had an instant connection,” your bestie and your college friends and even your ex-coworkers that you occasionally have catch-up drinks with knew that they had lost you – at least for a little while.
wish I could go back and re-read them. To remember who you were. Who I was. What we worried about. Who we loved. What we hated more than anything. Where we thought we were going: this weekend, this summer, next year.
t’s easy to become a little hermit-like in the winter months, which is fine, but this spring you should going to re-introduce yourself in the dating world. It’s too fun to make out in the warm weather to waste this opportunity, after all.
Your parents want to see your new home. They want to get it. They want to understand why you pay the outrageous rent, depend on the subway for rides, pay twice as much for groceries.
Who wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to dress up as a Triceratops in the West Village?
Nothing takes more time or dedication than making the perfect Spotify list. Luckily for you, you have oodles of time to fall into a k-hole of Good Charlotte’s entire discography.
Bring a granola bar, lest you be forced subject yourself to the masses in line for their annual fix at Cinnabon. Cinnabon enthusiasts are ruthless. They will probably cut you if you mess with their sugar high in any way.
Try to act cooler than you feel. Definitely don’t tell them how much you miss home, or that you also dread coming back to it every year; that type of internal conflict is too deep for catching-up chat.