This is my last Monday night in my murky, beloved English basement apartment in Mt. Pleasant in DC— blue carpet, ill-considered Sun-Drenched Denim walls. Not that there is any magic about Monday.
Yesterday someone asked me if I was pregnant based on a photo they saw of me. She asked if maybe she missed my Facebook announcement about it. Nope. There was no announcement. Nope. I am not pregnant.
Doing the right thing damaged my health and had me waste years of my life on jobs that no one will ever remember me doing.
There’s a reason why the saying “perfect on paper” exists, and it’s even truer in the world of online dating.
1. Mentally prepare yourself… by browsing some fashion blogs. Sartorialist, Man Repeller…just something that isn’t depressingly bland. Discount shopping isn’t fun if you aren’t willing to be a little “fashion forward” as they say.