The other night my friend, Dave, hit me with a text: “Let’s hit the town!” His suggestion hit home, because I’d been hitting the books most of the afternoon, and a couple of drinks would hit the spot right about…
I’d started coming late to class on purpose, so she could see me walk in unapologetically.
Norm, as usual, tugging at my heartstrings.
DNA doesn’t care who lives and who dies.
What makes a good story? How do you keep yourself from boring the absolute hell out of everyone around you, or being (rightfully) ignored?
43. Find a trait in a person that drives you wild. A trait you love, something completely different from their overall appearance. Love the way a person blinks, or laughs, or cries. Love them for the tiny things.
He kissed her. She kissed him.
I hated receiving degrading and sexual messages from dozens of men a day, being inundated with barely-literate online cat calls that somehow considered themselves compliments.
Is there a way out?
How taking my clothes off for a Madam and the story that followed landed me a stalker, media scorn and ultimately taught me the value of privacy.