“That’s categories,” my sister explained, “choose a category and we all have to say something that belongs under the category you said. No repeats.”
I don’t drink for fun.
4. Self-deprecating humor.
Being single appears to be a celebration to the young(ish) men in my life. To their exact female contemporaries, it’s just an accepted reality.
Soon, your honger — your hungry anger — will drive you to eat that Jumbo Slice and/or pack of nuggets as though it dishonored your family name and this is feudal China.
2. You’re happy all the time.
Do not become that girl/guy who is so obsessed with their boyfriend/girlfriend that they lose touch with all of their friends.
Aptly and unoriginally named “the year with the most change in my life” in my mind, there are many things I wish I would have done differently when I was 22; but I truly do value what I’ve learned from my stumbling. But just because I recognize the value doesn’t mean there aren’t some twinges of regret when I reflect on where I was a year ago. So here they are, the 6 things I regret most from my 365 days spent as a 22-year-old.
We give men a lot of shit for how much they focus on sex, and that undoubtedly has more than a few grains of truth to it, but it’s time to own up to the kind of chillingly graphic sex talk that occurs after a few drinks at a table full of women.
If you really thought about it, you wouldn’t want to date someone who had been single as long as you, because it would seem kind of weird.