The day I move into Ben's apartment, we notice a mother pigeon on his balcony, sitting on an egg. "It's a sign." Ben says.

"Oh, baby," I say, "are you saying you want to have children together? I'm all for the experience, but you should know, I'm not properly equipped to conceive."

"Booooo."

I can't explain how much I love that sound.

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When I was sixteen, I made a bet with my mother. I would not be caught smoking, drinking, or doing drugs between the time the bet was placed, and my twenty-first birthday. If I succeeded, she'd buy me my first used car ( Read more... )

"I tend to dominate." Ben says. He has been doing most of the talking (I'd say three and a half blocks worth), since we left the coffeehouse where I work. "I have to tell my friends that it's okay to talk over me. I know I can be kind of domineering. And it's not just in conversation." His point is that we've been walking aimlessly around Boston, ( Read more... )

The computer lab where I check my e-mail plays a loop of about ten songs. Usually Eminem's "Mocking Bird", Destiny's Child's "Soldier", something by Mariah Carey (sometimes a new one, sometimes a classic...tonight it was "Emotions"), a 50 Cent track, and other assorted hip-pop. Tonight, I heard Aerosmith's "Don't Want to Miss a Thing" seven times ( Read more... )

"Unrequited love is soooo eighth grade." Ben says ( Read more... )

When I wake up, Ben is in the shower singing Nelly Furtado's "Turn Out The Lights". Nelly Furtado? I should be cringing. But it sounds sooooo...sooooo...sooooo right. I take a look around the room. In an ideal world, I am looking around the room from his bed. I reek of sex and alcohol, and probably his precious Galouises. In reality, I am ( Read more... )

Like most Introductory Courses, we begin with a thesis statement. By the end of this course, I expect you will be able to walk up to someone you barely know and tell them you love them. You will fall in love with a laugh, the way he makes eye contact with a squirrel and doesn't even break it when he rests his hands on the small of your back, the ( Read more... )

I have been between boyfriends now for more years than I can count on one hand. I wish this was a reference to the longest threesome in the world, but it's not. I haven't dated anyone this millennium. I've only been seriously interested in about four people. I've been amusedly interested in about a quarter million people ( Read more... )