This is definitely NOT how affordable housing incentives are supposed to work.
After two years of split-up parent bliss, they told me over ravioli that my dad was coming home. I bottled up whatever unsavory feelings I felt because I knew only a spoiled brat would be pissed that her parents were saving their marriage.
It seems when you’re in the midst of that “Everything is perfect, I’m perfect, you’re perfect” stage of a relationship, nobody poops.
Because fat is viewed as inherently unworthy by a society that really needs to check its priorities, my dates and I have grown accustomed to evenings that involve being stared at on the train, in restaurants, and by neighbors.
It Happened To Me
I dimmed my screen and Googled “female happy ending massage, NYC.” To my surprise, a bunch of results came up, and the number one result was “The Doctor,” AKA Doctor M.