A Guide To Loving Your 30-Somethings, For Under 30-Somethings
Your 30-something is probably going through way more than they will ever tell you about, for a number of reasons.
Your 30-something is probably going through way more than they will ever tell you about, for a number of reasons.
Like dipping your heart in liquid nitrogen, the paralyzing chill of an unsaid name that used to make you feel warm.
I run my thumb lightly under her shirt, over her hipbone the way she likes it. It’s an odd thing to like but I don’t ask questions. It’s the sharp intake of breath that makes me keep going, even though she gives me a Look, eyebrow angled up, to remind me we’re in a bar.
Someone will always look better and someone is always in more pain.
The death of something is testament to the fact that it was there in the first place.
After you’ve started transitioning into an actual adult with bills and a bedtime and responsibilities, how does it still make sense to treat relationships like a game of musical chairs?
Is it okay to be with someone you love a little bit, or you love more as a friend, who doesn’t have you, as this Tom Ford ad campaign puts it, “incandescent with desire”?
When I first looked at the image I assumed the obvious: some dedicated artist had turned his suicide into a final flourish while a dedicated friend stood by, camera in hand, to document the passage.
Time didn’t have real meaning in high school and I didn’t know how much I had or when I’d have it, just that I fundamentally, nebulously did.
You are not a person so much as an event: a sold-out, VIP, strippers & cocaine event.