You are no longer the H&M demographic.
And then in six months when you’re sitting at a bar, sipping a glass of chardonnay, making polite conversation with nice people you wonder what it would be like to have one of those crazy wild nights again.
My coworkers trade Tinder stories in the break room like we’re asking someone to refill the coffee pot. But ask someone how their Match.com hunt is going and it’s like you’ve asked them to remember the shoe size of the first person they’ve ever loved.
These girls’ Instagram bios usually read something like “Daughter. Sister. Lover. Free spirit” or “following my bliss” or “I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I love my rescue puppy.”