March 5th, 2010 | Stefanie Says

The other day I got a call from Blue-eyed Girl.

Blue-eyed Girl: “My doctor just shamed me.”

Me: “Did you deserve it?”

Blue-eyed Girl: “Oh, I forgot I was talking to the Patron Saint of Tough Love.”

Me: “So that’s a yes.”

Story goes like this: Blue-eyed Girl had recently switched her birth control and had never gotten around to filling her new prescription. So she and G.I. Joe had condoms with them at all times. One night they went out drinking with friends and when they came home, discovered they didn’t have any left. However, being that they were both drunky pants, they decided it would be fine.

February 26th, 2010 | Stefanie Says

It’s time for another story from Lydia. She had taught me to both use the force and resist the dark side. She is my blogging Yoda.

Before you read this story you should know a couple things.

1) My life is very awkward- but I’m pretty sure you already knew that.
2) I run into people I know everywhere. Want me to prove it? I ran into a friend from camp in Ireland, a guy from college in Prague, and a friend from California at an airport in Washington, DC.
3) There is a pretty good chance we know someone in common.

So without further ado.

I Spy

"Oh my god," began Stefanie, "I think I went on a date with that guy."

February 19th, 2010 | Stefanie Says

The other night I received a call from Sunshine Girl.

Me: “How was your date?”

Sunshine Girl: “Uhhh. . .it. . .was. . .good.”

Me: “Are you okay? When I sent you the ‘first date check-in text’ you said everything was fine.”

Note: As I have mentioned before, sometimes when a girl is going out on a first date one of her friends will text or call an hour in to see on how it is going. If it’s going well, she will ignore it. If it’s not going well she will answer the call or text and learn there is some kind of emergency and that she needs to leave right away.

Sunshine Girl: “I’m just confused.”

Me: “Why?”

February 12th, 2010 | Stefanie Says

I was snowed in at my apartment for a week (just emerged today). This gave me a chance to cross some movies off of my “watch when your roommate is gone so she doesn’t mock you” list. This is code for bad romantic comedies. I’ve noticed one major theme in all of them: the grand gesture. In the movies, the grand gesture is always followed up by “they lived happily ever after.” But in real life, the grand gesture can go horribly wrong and be downright awkward.

Exhibit A (and the only one you’ll be seeing here): Hippie Chick and The Overachiever.

February 5th, 2010 | Stefanie Says

The other night I was having dinner with Polly Pocket.

Me: “Sorry I didn’t call you back last night. I was on my way to a birthday party.”

Polly Pocket: “No problem. I was just calling to vent anyway.”

Me: “Is everything okay?”

Polly Pocket: “I’m in a fight with the pharmacy and my lady doctor for holding my birth control hostage.”

“Have you called in the FBI negotiator?” I giggled.

Polly Pocket: “We are not in the joking place about this.”

Me: “Oh, sorry. Okay, tell me what happened.”

The story goes like this:

January 29th, 2010 | Stefanie Says

The other night I was having dinner with Tiny Dancer and discussing the difference in our living situations, which turned into a sharing-roommate-horror-stories session. I must confess that I never have any stories to contribute to these conversations. All of my roommates have been fantastic, and I’m not just saying that because they read my blog.

January 15th, 2010 | Stefanie Says

The other day I was sitting in church with Captain Hilarious, minding my own business, when the pastor started reading from the Bible. To be honest, I wasn’t really paying attention. I don’t have the best track record when it comes to behaving in church. Most of the time, I just try to get through the sermon without audibly laughing – this is much harder than you might imagine.

So all I heard the pastor say was, “Genesis 38:8-10, from the NIV. . .yada yada yada…” and I tuned out.

January 8th, 2010 | Stefanie Says

The other day Sassy Girl and I were doing a New Year’s Eve post-game wrap up. I told her about my shenanigans in Miami and she told me about hers in an unnamed East Coast city.

I should preface this story with the fact that Sassy Girl believes that everyone should get a kiss on New Year’s. Not in a “make out with every stranger you see on the street” kind of way, but more in a “we should all be grown up enough to share a kiss with a friend at New Year’s and not freak out about it” kind of way. I mean, who doesn’t want to get kissed at midnight?

January 1st, 2010 | Stefanie Says

Getting hit on is a mixed bag. Sometimes it's cute, sometimes it's creepy, and sometimes it is just plain awkward. Most the time I have no idea I’m getting hit on until after the guy has already left, and then one of my friends will hit me and say “that guy was hitting on you.” Here are my best and worst pick-up-line experiences of 2009. I’m crossing my fingers that 2010 will have more good than bad. But if I have learned anything from my friend’s blog Holla Back, youngin,’ where this first story originally appeared, it's that I should manage expectations.

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