I had just gotten out of a long relationship (and immediately hopped into the sack with a new guy) when I decided to change my birth control prescription. I had never really been happy with the old one, but had put off changing because I didn't want to deal with the whole spotting issue with my BF around.
It was one of the many nights when I should have stayed in and done homework, but decided/was forced to go out with my roommates for a night of belligerence. Standard.
I was out at a classy lounge the other night (I can legit say this now that I have entered legality), when a nice young gentleman started to make passes at me. Like any normal girl, I was wary of speaking to a stranger with a receding hairline but, thanks to a slightly humorous opener, I kept talking to him long enough to find out that he was an attorney. I practically humped his leg like an excited dog.
It was the first party in our new house. Our boxes weren't even unpacked yet, but our new neighbors (who all happened to be very cute boys) were having people over so we thought we'd join in too. I rifled through my duffle bags to find a low-cut shirt and a pair of jeans to wear, dabbed on a bit of makeup and was ready to mingle with my new friends.
Jun 28, 2009
I was working late on a Friday night and the guys at work convinced me to hang out at the bar afterward. My mom was in town, so I went to a little martini bar with her after work and actually stayed out pretty late (for her). When she went back to the hotel at just past midnight, I called the guys to ask where they were. They all answered they were in a local dive bar not too far away.
Jun 21, 2009
One evening after senior year of High School had just finished, my boyfriend and I were lying around watching T.V. On That 70’s Show, Donna and Eric had just gotten caught having sex in their car. The policeman took them home and I could feel their embarrassment as they had to explain what happened to their parents. “That’s it,” I told my boyfriend, “I’m not having sex in the car anymore.
Jun 14, 2009
Last week, my boyfriend and I met for dinner in Manhattan and ended up going to his friend’s apartment afterwards to hang out. It got pretty late, and one of the roommates said that we could crash in an empty room (the guy who lived there was vacationing in Brazil) if we didn’t want to go all the way uptown in the rain.
After sweating, slaving, and stressing over my resume for what felt like weeks, and checking Mediabistro and Ed2010.com for journalism internships like a madwoman, I finally landed myself a job at one of the most successful women’s magazines in the country. And I will share all my experiences with you...
The second weekend of freshman year I was still riding on the elation of being at college and the freedom it offered. One of those freedoms being the freedom to drink as much as I wanted when I wanted. The girls on my hall and I were invited to a party at the baseball apartment off campus where I met a very cute, older, baseball player who seemed to take an interest in me.
I will admit it, I’m an awkward girl. I’ll say goodbye to someone and then walk in the same direction as them with a stupid grin on my face. I’ve messed up high fives more times than should be legally allowed. I’ve called my roommates good friend (whom I’ve known for months) “Tyler,” when his name is “Lucas”...HOW DO YOU MESS THAT UP?
I hadn’t known John* very well, so when I got a text at 11pm saying “I’m bored, come hang out” I should have immediately seen the booty call red flag. Especially because we had set up a first date for the next night, but John was hot and he cracked me up so I was excited to see him.
I’ll put it plainly: On my 19th birthday, I made it my duty to get really, really drunk. It was my freshman year at school, and my parents had come up for the weekend and taken a few of my closest friends out to celebrate with us. Naturally, as is often customary when mom and dad are footing the bill, the wine was flowing for a good two hours.
As a non smoker I find 4-20 to be absolutely unbearable. No one can give me a serious answer to my questions and my roommates raid the kitchen to the point that I find them crouched down mixing Craisins with dry pasta and calling it lunch. But this year I had the fabulous idea of making it possible for me to enjoy my friends on a day when they enjoy nothing besides smoking...and things that are crunchy.