Summer Friday!
Heading to my parent’s house* for a 60th Birthday Celebration and a re-stock on the breakfast bars; they seem to have won some lifetime supply.
In my stead here’s a recent column from The New York Time’s Sunday “Modern Love” series. It’s in line with my theory on dating process (or the lack there of) and even brings up the communications conumdrum. But it’s written by a senior in college. We have clearly not advanced.
More rules on Monday.
“For my generation, friendship often morphs into a sexual encounter and then reverts to friendship the next day. And it’s easy as long as you don’t put yourself on the line or try too hard. Don’t have a prospect? Check Facebook. Afraid to call? Text.”
*I have switched exclusively to “my parent’s house” from the previous terminology “home” because it makes me sound 5-7 years older. Join me.
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I recently made the “my parents’ house” switch as well. I’ve noticed immediate results; people look at me differently when I say it.