You are not doing anything special by giving him attention.
“I don’t date gamers, libertarians, men who aren’t nice to their moms, men who don’t open doors, men with two first names, men who dress badly, men who don’t read, men who instagram memes, unemployed men. I used to say I wouldn’t date a dude who weighed less than me, but I’ve changed my mind on that.”
Don’t ever think any story is too boring or unimportant to tell us. We want to hear it all.
Last weekend, while other couples were stuffing their faces with lobster bisque and expensive glasses of Merlot in honor of Valentine’s Day, my husband and I attended a sex party.
It’s about me having been lost, desperate, clueless, lacked self-esteem and boundaries and now me living life at my own pace, learning to feel whole and become a better person.
He’ll go to the bar to get another drink, and then another, but that feeling will follow him when he goes home to bed alone that night.
You would rather die than know the difference between ivory and eggshell.
V-day is coming. Either you totally forgot about it or you remember but have absolutely no idea what to do because your head is cloudy with fifty shades of grey.
We all know V-day is just a dumb day a bunch of nobodies made up.
We must meet up soon. Let’s hang out next week. OMG, we should go to that together. Aaaaaaaand, right, it never happens.