However, instead of traveling the globe, creating beautiful works of art, or sharing groundbreaking ideas with society, over the last 5 years I found myself spending months at a time drinking Bourbon out of a plastic bottle while playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 on a PC.
I had always been a bit of a romantic, wanting to sweep a girl off her feet and be that Prince Charming that I thought any girl would want.
As long as both parties keep an open line of communication and respect each other, I don’t see a problem with pseudo-dating. And don’t be afraid to let casual mean something, either. Since when did meaning something to someone become a bad thing?
As soon as I realized that what I have, in a third-world country, is something senseless, selfish and superficial, yes, but more so something praised for its self-discipline and commonalities with Mary-Kate Olsen, I stopped talking about it. I refuse to be lauded for this disorder.
He doesn’t want to be “Facebook Official.”
My intentions for what I’m about to say are not to make you feel worse or even help me get everything off my back, it’s honestly because I think you every right to know.
They didn’t tell you about how you learn to cherish every moment you spend with him, to memorize his laugh and the way his whole face lights up when he smiles.
It seems like both of these people should stay far, far away from each other.
Why do we let our ex’s ruin things? I spent years not being able to enjoy the song, “Brown Eyed Girl” without thinking of an ex. Why?
Guys like to throw the term “friend zone” around way too liberally. Just because you had a conversation with a girl and you guys like the same movies doesn’t mean she should have sex with you.