At first, you accept it. You wish your now ex-boss all the best.
Everyone else would give us that look, like, “Oh, so you’re having one of THOSE nights,” outwardly facetious, inwardly impressed.
Rarely is a TV program so culturally and linguistically affecting. Seinfeld gave our parents “yada yada,” but Snooki and co. gave us “smushing,” “GTL,” “tee shirt time,” “the shirt before the shirt,” “grenades,” and way more.
Four years of students are moving in and you’re not one of them. You sit on the subway or your couch and think about the freshmen meeting their roommates, sophomores decorating their rooms, juniors finalizing schedules, and seniors partying off campus.
Now, summer romances are less monumental. We meet people online or in bars and talk about what we do and where we live. The romance doesn’t culminate in the kiss, but rather begins with it.