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,…
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…
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…