One of my favorite things about being single:

Leaving my phone for a few hours, unchecked, and not worrying that I've missed a bunch of text messages, and therefore not having to do any damage control because he got all butthurt over it. (<--- I'm loving the word butthurt lately, obviously)

Look, before that makes me sound like a completely selfish monster... Dude asked a LOT of questions. It gave me headaches, some days. Nobody wants to be asked that many questions.

It was like this: Harvard Sailing Team - Boys Will Be Girls - YouTube

"And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance
But you are not alone in this"

“My ability to turn good news into anxiety is rivaled only by my ability to turn anxiety into chin acne.” - Tina Fey