Last Tuesday I decided to skip the gym, buy a bottle of wine, and order pizza. When Alex showed up to change into workout clothes, I greeted him with a glass of vino. We proceeded to get mildly tipsy by 7PM, at which point he randomly suggested I check my “Other” inbox on Facebook. I expected to find some equivalent of my previous goat-citing offer of marriage but was greeted with a message from a woman asking whether I’d filed a restraining order a couple years ago. [Read more…]
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