Tagged: relationship

Dancing with Myself

Guess who has two thumbs, a nerdy blog, and doesn’t have to join a cult quite yet because she totally got a job?

THIS GUY.

(Girl.)

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I Wanna Be Sedated

The following is an actual list I actually wrote while waiting for an actual date a few months ago. I like to think the nervous sweat I was completely drenched in while writing this was totally endearing and not at all smelly.

Before the First Date

1) Don’t die.

2) Don’t make that weird spitting noise when you laugh. You know the one. Just… never close your mouth when you’re laughing. No wait, do. Wait. Don’t laugh at all. No wait, do.

3) Maybe don’t nervous laugh every second.

4) Don’t get food in your teeth. Or on your teeth. Or around your teeth.

5) Does your breath smell like ranch dressing?! Does it?!

An image taken by me of a partially used ranch...

Why did you drink a whole bottle, Stephanie? WHY?!

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How to Trick People Into Loving You

There’s something I need to acknowledge. It’s taken me a long time to accept it about myself, but it’s time for me to come out and  admit it. I… am a hot damn mess.

Gross May Be An Understatement

– My morning breath is awful.

– If I didn’t shave my legs, there’s a distinct possibility I’d be mistaken for a chimpanzee.

– I Hulk out when I forget to eat. Not in a cute, green-tinged, cutoff-pants kind of way, but in an incoherent, zero-to-psycho in 3 seconds flat kind of way.

– I once listened to the same Ke$ha song 23 times in a row. (She’s catchy. I hate her.)

– I made three people cry with sarcastic comments… last month.

I Won't Be Crying

You will be after I’m done with you.

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No One Likes You: The Story of My College Dating Career Told Using Exact Quotes By My Parents

Some background:

It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date. (If you don’t believe me, read THIS post to find out why, and this one to see why it’s going to be even longer until I get another one.) This is perfectly OK with me, partly because I grew up in a post-feminist society and I don’t need a man to complete me and stuff, but mostly because my life is so nutso right now that the very idea of having a social life is enough to give me stress dreams. My parents also have stress dreams, in which I die sad, alone, and childless.

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