A few months back, I posted this as my Facebook status: If you’re reading this, you probably received a text from me last night (or, technically, this morning). Just wanted to say: I meant every word. Seriously. Totally wasn’t the 7½ beers talking ;] #goodtimes #goodtalk #seeyaoutthere As you’d expect, my friend list reacted with […]Continue Reading
I remember exactly where I stood when I heard it. I was in 7th grade. I was walking through the hallway of the science wing and passing by a group of older kids, cooler kids. These were the “popular” kids. As I approached the huddled mass, I caught a snip-it of a question: “…going to get porn?” Then, he said it. A freshman named Dan Beck, already a notorious seducer at the ripe of fifteen, sneered. The crowd went silent as he prepared to speak the words that would forever color my Continue Reading
Getting good at meeting women was a skill I’d been desperate to learn. When I discovered “the pickup community” I found myself diving into its promises face-first. The deep end of obsession was where I landed. I left the dry comfort of normalcy to do things I’ll never forget—much as I wish I could. The internet played a supporting role in my hilarious shame. It supported many of my bad decisions with corresponding consequences dripping in every shade of dreadful. The chilly evening I Continue Reading