I started this blog when I hooked up with this guy “David”…I really liked David. Until the next weekend when I saw him at the bar with his girlfriend. Ouch. That one hurt. It was the first time I ever slept with someone and didn’t use a condom, so I was paranoid for about a… Continue reading Hookup Culture Part 3
He did tell our friends. He also lied to them about it. He said, “I offered to take her home so that Meg didn’t have to, but she wanted to stay with me.” The truth is-Meg asked where she should take us and he said, “just take us to my house and I’ll take her… Continue reading The truth is
Sometimes, I wonder how many people around us are actually sociopaths? Have you ever met someone and thought, “hmm…I wonder if that person is actually a sociopath?” I sure have. Several times, actually. I mentioned before in my post about my “Dysfunctional Friend Family,” that I’m pretty sure a couple of the guys in our… Continue reading That Blank Stare.
I swear. If one more person tells me I need to change my life, I am going to lose my ever loving mind (what does that mean exactly-ever loving mind?!). Like, I get it. You guys love me and only say the things you do out of care and concern. I appreciate those motivations. But… Continue reading I’m sorry I’ve let you down.
**I’ve written about both David and Andrew several times throughout the blog. If you are new and have not read any of those posts, here are a few for back story: Hookup Culture, Fate with a Twist, Walk of Shame, How I kicked Anxiety and Depression in the Ass., and Dysfunctional Friend-Families, Hippie Loves and Hookups.** This weekend I had… Continue reading Beginnings and Endings
Sometimes I wonder if it’s weird that I go back and forth on my blog between being a bit serious–talking about religion and psychological things–to talking about my drunken nights, hookups and just random shit like that. Like, some people have themes and just stick to that, which is pretty cool and helpful! But the… Continue reading Who Am I?
I have two big groups of friends here at home. One group I call my hippie loves and the other is my dysfunctional friend family. I’ve written a bit about people who are in this friend-fam…our main hang out place (besides a couple local bars/restaurants) is at Jane and her husband Todd‘s house. The reason I have named… Continue reading Dysfunctional Friend-Families, Hippie Loves and Hookups.