The title? Yeah. Let’s not even discuss numbers or time lines. Let’s just say the President wasn’t black the last time I got laid.
Cue ice crunching.
The thing is, other than that minor major physical event- I’m completely happy right now with the relationships I have with people in my life. Without getting into a lot [...]

So.
After seeing “I Love You, Man” this weekend (side note– Paul Rudd? Call me. Awkward men make me swoon), I had fully intended to write about the difficulties in making friends as an adult, without seating charts to make the decisions for you.
But then Matt wrote about sex.
And then I realized that no one would [...]

I posted this last week on my blog, but it seemed to fit pretty well with the theme here, so I decided to do a little double dipping.
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I have a bit of a secret– I’ve never really dated.
As I’ve remarked before, my adult dating history has been marked primarily by either being in a relationship, [...]

It is hard not to cringe at my teenage self. Sometimes this is because a photo of my unfortunate one-side-is-longer-than-the-other hair cut emerges, or I remember the time I wore silver lipstick to school, or I find my old green vinyl jacket. Other times, it is because of my affinity for PDAs.
I don’t think I [...]

It must be hard for our parents to admit we are adults, to some extent. I know I get freaked out by the fact that the kids I used to babysit have jobs and go to the bar, so I can only imagine what it is like to see those milestones being surpassed by the [...]