You’ll meet him through mutual friends and he’ll seem instantly more interesting than anyone else. He’ll engage in conversation with anyone, seeming just as interested to talk to you as he is the nerdy guys who play table tennis in your dorm.
If you kind of want to be a teacher, don’t do it. “Kind of” will never be good enough.
You were never going to hear anything, you knew that, but you kind of hoped an “I’m sorry” or an “I miss you” would hit your inbox like a new badge hitting your chest: you would’ve been the winner.
You tear up in the bathroom after you see your best friend and her little sister play soccer together. You don’t bring friends over. It’s just easier that way.
This list is not meant to scare anyone away from weed (as if I possess that power), or to inspire a “~420 BlAaAaAaZeEe It!!!~” response, but more to serve up my own humiliation as entertainment and disappoint my parents. Let’s take this journey.
After a recent breakup and a foray into writing about dating apps, I was left with a very dangerous situation on my phone: Tinder.
In 2014, coming back into the dating game hot off a fresh breakup means being bombarded with an astonishing amount of options for meeting other sad people.
Have three “going away parties” that basically consist of meeting random groups of friends for appetizers.
All-nighters in the professional world are less Rihanna and more Lindsay Lohan.