I want my friends to have all the babies. ALL THE BABIES. Plus I can't wait to imprint on my friends' children and mold them in my image.
I told him everything I'd wanted to tell him for two years, but managed to twist it around so much it sounded like one friend giving another friend one epic pep talk that would put Dr. Phil to shame.
“Gregory is GAY,” was frequently bellowed by other kids. “Not for you, I’m not,” he’d say, blowing a kiss to his heckler.
It’s sort of like the lite version of cohabiting -- we get to play house, without the logistical tough stuff of actually doing so.
the style con
Guy sits next to you on the train, spreads his legs as far apart as you think could be humanly possible, and you’re suddenly squashed up against a glass panel or door with little room to breathe. And who said sorry? Probably you.
I used to worry that I'd be unwittingly ostracized from our little group because I didn't have or want children. Instead, our respect for each other has only strengthened.
One has to wonder if it’s possible to love inanimate objects too much.
These lazy weekend lie-ins will soon be a thing of the past, so enjoy them while you can.
“I think it's over.” He didn't argue. And like that we were in some sort of Woody Allen movie about breaking up in couple's therapy.
First of all, can we acknowledge the idea of a “sexual debut”?
A boy said, "No girls allowed. Boys game only.” She looked back at me, smirked and stayed in line.
Oh god. It’s happening. They’re going to sing, aren’t they?
Protecting grown-up time may be the best thing you can do for your children.