This one is for my mother, who reads every post and is smart enough to never, ever comment.
If someone says no to you, it save you the trouble of saying no to them, and then wondering if you’re going to regret it in 15 years when you’re old and gray like your cats.
This conversation really happened… I watched “I” become “We” in one quick proposal.
I was sitting cross-legged in a chair, elbows planted firmly on the table, eating chicken off the bone held delicately in my hands. It was not my most viewable moment, but I was in the kitchen, and the only other person present was my mother, who thought this sort of thing was really cute when I was three, and presumably still does.
“Are you like this on dates?” she asks.
“Yes, of course,” I say. “I want him to see the real me.”
No duh I am not!
I would think most people are pretty clear on how far they can push etiquette with strangers. So do we really need a classroom course on how to date?
The New York Post on what traits predict future happiness.
I got a little stuck on the part about how people like their spouses 3% less every year, and desire them 5% less, but I guess that’s what the mid-life crisis is about, right?
This one is a comparison of how I acted when gearing up for my First Ever Date (FED), and how things have changed, just a little bit, since then…