2. The pseudo-argument that turns into love.
6. You make room for Netflix in bed.
“I once went on a date with a guy who told me, while being seated at a restaurant, that there is nothing more disgusting than seeing a woman put food into her mouth.”
“No matter how hard you try, you will never be ‘one of the guys,’ so don’t take it personally if you don’t get invited to some things.”
1. Your friends don’t trust you with their clothes.
Curry tends to cloud the mind like that.
At 17, I went to a bizarre dinner in rural Mexico with my boyfriend’s family and one of their colleagues. It was … weird. But was it a cult? I might never know.
I also expect that men are filtering me by body type, and by the sex appeal of the first picture they see, and it doesn’t offend me in the slightest. If I want my dates to be over 6 feet and in possession of a lucrative job, they have every right to want me to be attractive and slim.
Excuse us, we’re all embarrassing ourselves here.
In the predictable and consistent space of Thanksgiving, we created our own camaraderie, a sense of togetherness that we solidified from year to year.