Chelsea Fagan

I don’t know about you, but I think there is still something very sexy and wonderful about building up just to the first kiss.

(We were sitting in a restaurant at this point, and he had been looking out my mouth over and over again.)

She was shallow, superficial, clothes-obsessed, emotionally needy, financially illiterate, and more concerned with the man she was or wasn’t dating than literally anything else in her life.

Getting into arguments about which country is better is just about the worst thing you can do.

All this techie does is scowl at people, tell everyone to clean up after themselves, smoke cigarettes, and do an excellent job.

You date people who have their stuff together, emotionally, and are long past the point in your life where you want to be waiting by your phone for days on end to see if your semi-boyfriend will text you back.

We always reserved the time and energy for each other that people are so used to associating with romantic relationships. We defied the rules about what you do with your friends, and what you do with your partners. In many ways, we have been partners. We’ve supported and cared for one another more deeply than a lot of our “real” relationships.

Supermarket cheese aisles depress you in a profound, almost existential way.

Immediately wanting to order the pink, bubbly, fancy cocktails, but feeling judged by the bartender and everyone around you for being so predictable. (But it’s delicious!! And pink!!)

With them, it won’t be some race for who can seem to care less. The silence of your phone will no longer torment you with questions of what you did wrong.

It’s high time we just took that giant table saw of democracy and severed Florida off to float in the Atlantic. Here is why.

Hugging for just a second or two too long, so you’re not sure if they actually meant to do it or you just imagined it.

It sounds silly, and maybe even looks silly, but it’s so worth it.

BFF Time™ is a sacred event, and if you interfere with our ability to get together on at least a bi-weekly basis to drink mimosas and complain about people, we’re going to have a problem.

This dude has cried in or around the bed. He asks to talk to your mother. He probably texts upwards of ten times a day and often just checks in “to see how you’re doing.”

Getting locked in vicious coffee/tea/bathroom cycles.

Pretending to be cool and aloof and not care about things when you definitely do care is very, very hard. I’m capable of pretending to be cool for about twenty minutes until I’ve exhausted myself completely.

There is no item more essential in any woman’s closet come spring than a basic, functional, well-tailored trench coat.