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“I wish life were like a red cup, green cup party,” my good friend said. We were an hour or so into a two hour coffee prompted by a particularly crazy weekend – so crazy it ended up three days long for one of us…. It was one of those coffees where you lecture each other and realize you’re actually lecturing yourself then give advice …
I decided I was being a closed minded bitch. A second date was only fair and totally harmless (see Post Date Date Post below). It bears mentioning that he exhibited flawless post-first-date follow up. Also my 19 year old sister said, “What is wrong with you? Do you think you’re easy to understand after 2 hours – because you’re not.” Harsh, but valid. Today we’re …
I realized last night that I do a strange thing when I’m trying to get to know someone. I imagine them in all sorts of random life occurrences as if they’re some character in a series of young adult books: Guy Goes to the Beach, or Guy Takes a Road Trip, or the more telling Guy Attends a Funeral. I take what I know about …
I don’t really have any girl drama to rant about. I’ll leave most of the relationship nonsense to Jessie for now, interjecting here and there when I’ve got something worthwhile to say. Which is rare anyway, so don’t hold your breath. I do have to agree that reading a book has somehow become next to impossible somehow. Actually that isn’t true. Recently I finished one. …
To pick up where we left off: The books is the 12 and the hooking up is the 3. I’ll explain since this is a blog. It is very, very hard to read any more than 10 pages of a book without falling asleep after a long day of work. Also, many books are very boring. Still, I’m very committed because reading is extremely important …
Touche Pierson. Touche. One point, to start: -Well if it’s Che Chi and not Chee Chee than 9,500 Boston College students are mispronouncing. Write them a memo. Moving on. Agreed about the finding of the bottom line. Slightly off as it pertains to Deeb – who is Sam’s son (that was weird). 1. I haven’t had a rum and coke since high school. Rum makes …
My girls and I play a little game we call Deal Breakers. It’s simple. We go through the alphabet and assign one deal-breaker quality – something that would end a potential relationship with a guy- to each letter. A: acne, B: bald, C: cancer…and it goes on. It is a rousing game that results in heated discussion and, sometimes, hurt feelings. -“T: tattoo?! You’re saying …
I met a guy at my company Christmas party last week. Yes, I’m that girl. A girl who, after two + years in Manhattan would be open to meeting a guy in the check-out line of a Gristedes. A company function is not below me – it’s above me. Not the point – of this post at least. Guy was charming. Short-ish and ambiguously ethnic, …