Stopping for Tums and condoms before a third date. PGP.

Being sore from walking nine holes on Saturday. PGP.

1: “What are you getting into this weekend?” 2: “Probably just the usual.” PGP.

Stared down a manager for the remaining half of a Panera bagel. PGP.

Mentally preparing for when this season of Game of Thrones ends, a month ahead of time. PGP.

Last Cinco de Mayo, I ripped Tecate bongs and tequila haircuts. Yesterday, I fell asleep on the couch halfway through an episode of “Louie.” PGP.