Travel & Lifestyle Freelance Writer | Market Research Consultant
I’m sitting in a hotel lobby and just overheard two people in their younger 20s exchanging a conversation. Apparently they knew each other in high school:
Awkward guy: What you wrote in my yearbook really meant something to me.
Cool, pretty girl: Aww, good.
#NotGettingADate
Alas. I got the message too late …
And here he is looking veeeeery scholarly.
Mike, my wonderful husband, got all dolled up today for our video chat.
You know you drank too much pool water while perfecting your flip turns when you have to go to the bathroom every 15 minutes post swim.
It’s currently -2 degrees outside, and I just saw one of our neighbors snapping skis into the rack on his car.
I guess I should think he’s hardcore, but I mostly just think he’s a moron.
