This one survey says yes.
I can't think of a single person I've broken up with that I'm legitimately "over" in the sense that I can still think about them without feeling a bit gut-punched.
I just stumbled over the website, and let me tell you -- this place has STOOD THE TEST OF TIME.
It Happened To Me
All we needed was my dad’s permission and a bunch of paperwork, and I could be on his health insurance, live with him senior year, and most importantly, cut down on or completely eliminate contact with my dad.
Sex, Sex, Sex ... and Love
3 years (and going) of friendship and helping each other get laid by other people.
Making rent each month meant planning every expense down to the cent and food was one of the only things that wasn't a fixed cost. So increasingly I found myself cutting it out of my budget, and just not organizing to have something to eat every day.
My family fantasy centered around me, a feminist dude partner, and two adopted daughters that I could call Mary and Margot after my favorite lady monarchs. Our home would ooze estrogen and empowered ladyhood.
We don’t know what Suri will develop to like. Specialization at such an early age is too deterministic and, in my eyes, sometimes detrimental.
This is not an article about bisexual, pansexual, or women whose sexuality comes at a particular perpendicular slant. This is an article about straight girls who are down to fuck girls and the lesbians who love flipping them.
Although I had kind of become numb to what I was writing about, I was still aware that other people would be at least a little shocked. Abortion. Gangbang. Orgy. These are words that get people’s attention.
Writing under my initials for a very long time has allowed me to observe the way people relate to a writer on the basis of perceived gender, because people seem to have an urgent, desperate need to slot each other into gender categories.