An installment of Modern Love (from The New York Times) that doesn't read like an assignment from my Introduction to Essay Writing course in college in which the class members all competed to see who had the dirtiest secret. This one is cute and humorous and doesn't take itself too seriously. A nice break from form for Modern Love.
The snow is still falling, meaning my plans for the night are almost certainly ruined. Those plans did include trucking out to Royal Oak and drinking moderate to high quantities of beer in a very cold garage, so maybe it's for the best. Or is it?
I guess this is all going to come down to measuring my dedication to beer pong against the treacherous road conditions. Which will, in turn, speak volumes about my willingness to leave the undergraduate mentality behind. Which should have been left behind when I actually graduated in 2007.
I could use a little human interaction, though. Just for sanity's sake. We'll see.
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