Tatiana Pérez

Real people on “coming” of age in some unforgettable ways.

Seriously, what am I supposed to say… “thank you?”

You’re not in love—you’re comfortable.

The Bar—that lone tavern in the sprawling metropolis that is your college town—is a thing of intrigue. Even for a native New Yorker accustomed to passing by watering holes on every block, the bar at a small school manages to harness a surprising amount of mystique.

The sex wasn’t great. But it wasn’t bad, either—a little uncomfortable (physically and otherwise), but no more so than expected. What was unbearable was the pillow talk.