He texts you when you’re sitting 5 feet away from him to say, “Hey, Sexy.”
The high maintenance, never satisfied friend that makes you feel eternal guilty.
Be healthy, but not obsessive.
Every moment of peace is quickly followed by torturous worry and/or guilt.
The eternal college bro.
Stop looking for the better deal.
If she wants flowers, she’ll plant a garden. Flattery, chocolates and jewelry are always nice, but she doesn’t need them to feel good about herself.
How certain can I be that they’ll put the right embryo back in me?
You don’t have time for bullshit, and the friends you make in your 30s don’t, either.
Your future partner: If you find the one and fall in love in your 20s, what will have to look forward to in your 30s besides children, work, and taxes?