Here’s the other side that I don’t get/hate: the people giving out instagram, snapchat, etc handles in their dating profiles.
I’m not going to follow you for a few reasons:
1. I know you’re just putting it there to get your follower count up.
2. That’s creepy and why would I?
3. Did I mention it’s creepy that you want me to be your snapchat friend before I even know which way you swiped?
I knew I was finally an adult about 4 months ago when the news mentioned teenagers and a few things happened:
1. I realized I was watching the news.
2. I didn’t immediately get offended and say “I’m not like that” only to realize I haven’t been a teenager for the better part of a decade.
3. I was angry with teenagers for doing whatever it was that I’m only 40% sure they’re actually doing.
Yeah, I’m not liking the realization that I’ve gone from the doe-eyed young gun to a 27-year-old that would low-key hate and respect the woman who recommended a shot on a weeknight.
Then I go out with a 30+ year old, and despite having a house and a dog, I feel like I’m suddenly talking to an adult.
My life is acronyms, and my title is two meaningless buzzwords. I’ll put in a CO (we order, we don’t request) for my new title to be Director of Exploratory Agendas, because that means about as much as my job title.
Don’t get married until you’re At Least 28*
I know that’s what you meant, but that was more for my benefit unless I’m getting married in the next couple of months.
I went with a projector and 100″ screen instead. It’s like having friends, but they’re bigger than life on the projector.
Strangely that did not dissuade my mom’s grandbaby fever when she came to visit.
It’s not a look I hate when done properly (as in Centrum Silver’s comment/guide), but it’s not a look I’ve ever been confident in enough to pull it off myself.
Thank god for the peacoat, which allows me to accomplish the same basic thing all winter.
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I’m just over here taking notes on wines to try. A true PGP success story.
Plot twist: It was Girl that was the coworker complaining about her boyfriend DMing people on Twitter. All PGP content occurs in the same universe
Here’s the other side that I don’t get/hate: the people giving out instagram, snapchat, etc handles in their dating profiles.
I’m not going to follow you for a few reasons:
1. I know you’re just putting it there to get your follower count up.
2. That’s creepy and why would I?
3. Did I mention it’s creepy that you want me to be your snapchat friend before I even know which way you swiped?
I knew I was finally an adult about 4 months ago when the news mentioned teenagers and a few things happened:
1. I realized I was watching the news.
2. I didn’t immediately get offended and say “I’m not like that” only to realize I haven’t been a teenager for the better part of a decade.
3. I was angry with teenagers for doing whatever it was that I’m only 40% sure they’re actually doing.
The worst was when I lived in one state and worked in another, and the answer was 1 in one state and 0 in the other.
Let’s find out…for science.
– the guy who took the full ride to the state school instead.
Yeah, I’m not liking the realization that I’ve gone from the doe-eyed young gun to a 27-year-old that would low-key hate and respect the woman who recommended a shot on a weeknight.
Then I go out with a 30+ year old, and despite having a house and a dog, I feel like I’m suddenly talking to an adult.
My life is acronyms, and my title is two meaningless buzzwords. I’ll put in a CO (we order, we don’t request) for my new title to be Director of Exploratory Agendas, because that means about as much as my job title.
Dictated but not read,
Analytics Consultant
That means we’re friends!
I think I love you.
But if I don’t have a kid, that’s one more optimistic moron that’s not being countered. I’ve seen Idiocracy; I know what happens then.
Yes.
I’m not saying I own that exact bocce ball set, but I am saying it was on Amazon Prime day yesterday and that it’s getting delivered tomorrow.
I’d buy you a whole pizza.
As someone who moved back to my high school city after years away, I desperately need new friends.
Honestly, that sounds like my dream party.
Don’t get married until you’re At Least 28*
I know that’s what you meant, but that was more for my benefit unless I’m getting married in the next couple of months.
Well, she’s married to the guy she started dating the day after we broke up, so I’m like 95% sure it’s over.
I went with a projector and 100″ screen instead. It’s like having friends, but they’re bigger than life on the projector.
Strangely that did not dissuade my mom’s grandbaby fever when she came to visit.
It’s not a look I hate when done properly (as in Centrum Silver’s comment/guide), but it’s not a look I’ve ever been confident in enough to pull it off myself.
Thank god for the peacoat, which allows me to accomplish the same basic thing all winter.