Alcohol has set us into a cycle whereby we only get together when we're drinking.  Even then, we don't sit and talk as we play cards and hold beer bottles.  I usually mark time until he careens through a crowd to find me and follow me back to my dorm room.  We are stuck in neutral, and alcohol has made it increasingly impossible to switch gears.

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During times of booze, girls are responsible for nurturing one another.  If drinking is like playing grown-up or playing house, somebody has to be the mother.  I add this to my list of drinking commandments, alongside Thou shalt select a designated driver.

If girls need to defend each other while they drink, sex is the threat we need to protect one ( Read more... )

Even though I'm no wild child, I can't imagine a goody-goody world in which how closely a person adheres to the rules is a measure for how well she lives.

Later, I'll be able to see that this is how it all starts.  I concede to shifting my personality, just a hair, to observe the standards I think the situation calls for.  From now on, every time I ( Read more... )

The One.  The magical, perfect fantasy Mr. Right that every woman knows is Out There, somewhere, struggling on through his lonely existence, because he hasn’t yet found Her, his fantasy, his The One.  Rationally, Bella reminded herself that life didn’t work like that; of course there would be many hundreds, maybe even thousands, of men in the ( Read more... )

Renting, as opposed to leasing (or, heaven forbid, actually owning) is a common affliction among us today.  You end up dating this guy for months and you're not seeing anybody else, and he's not seeing anybody else (at least, you think he's not seeing anybody else), but you don't actually call him your boyfriend because he doesn't actually call you ( Read more... )

I'm in Union. Yes, it's a Tuesday. Yes I'll be home in about a week. So why? No doctor in Simpsonville yet. My throat/ears have reached a point that can no longer be ignored. So Mommy got me an appointment with Dr. Washington and home I came for the afternoon. And once I'm here . . . why not stay for dinner RIGHT? Anyways, mere weeks after ( Read more... )