“We should totally get lunch or something!”: You. Are. A. Liar.
Massachusetts: You have zero respect for the letter “r.”
You know how to tell them just enough, but not too much. You’re just innately very uncomfortable opening up to anyone, and you know these people have some kind of perpetual email chain going on with the subject line: Family Secrets/Embarrassing Stories.
When you’ve reached peak discomfort and the doctor is effectively satisfied with how miserable and embarrassed you are, the OB begins to beg you to “please relax your legs”—a request that will be made repeatedly throughout the appointment.
These will make you cringe all day.
If you can’t see my bra straps or my nipples, what I’m wearing is called a “strapless bra.”
So where do we go from here?
Real men and women describe the dirty sexual fantasies they’ve conjured while they sleep.
As a student, I walk an undefined middle ground between tourist and resident that on one hand allows me to experience things the “Cuban way” but on the other hand, makes me feel like an unwanted imposter.