No matter how many bad dates I go on, I always get to come home to caring boys. That’s pretty awesome. Here’s another example of why I love living in 6A.
Scene: I get home, go straight to my room to change out of my skirt and into pajamas. Then I’m in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when “Ryan” steps out of his room.
Me: I just went out with a guy who has never eaten peanut butter.
Ryan: So you’re making him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
Me: No, this is for me.
Ryan: Are you going to see him again?
Me: Probably not.
Ryan: Because he’s never eaten peanut butter?
No, that’s not the reason, but I’m glad Ryan thinks that would be perfectly reasonable.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.