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May 14th 2010

Drunk Girl: All-time Worst Battle Buddy Ever

I think we should take a break. It’s not you, it’s me...

Not really, I’m just leaving the country for a couple weeks. So tune back in in June. And in the meantime, May's last crazy story...

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The other night Sunshine Girl and I were having drinks when she received a text message from Platoon Leader that said “I lost Drunk Girl again. I hate being her battle buddy.”

Note: When a large group of girls goes out to a bar, everyone picks a battle buddy to ensure no one gets left behind when the group moves and/ or everyone has a traveling companion should they choose to leave early.

Sunshine Girl: “This is not good.”

Me: “Oh, do you have a defector?”

January 1st 2010

Stefanie's Best and Worst Pick-Up Attempts of 2009

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.

Underage Activity

October 26th 2009

Good Things Happen in Threes

The last time we paused to ponder the portrayal of sex on television, images of instant orgasms and hairless bodies floated into our minds and we mercilessly criticized those scripted acts of love. I’m going to put it out there: I may have been too quick to judge.

October 17th 2009

Romance by Text: Worth the Trauma?

Forget about sexting for the moment. Let’s talk texting. That’s one thing Liz Funk, a recent college grad from New York, discussed with me this week over lunch in a lovely little café at Dupont Circle in D.C.

October 5th 2009

Adventures in Dating: A Social Experiment - Part III

I assure you, this won’t be easy for either of us.

Last time I left you, I was waiting for that familiar vibrate of my phone to indicate that my social experiment was ready for the next phase. What happened next even I can’t sugarcoat with sarcasm.

September 18th 2009

...With a Little Help From My Friends

The phrase “wait, wait, don’t tell this story” is becoming common in my life. Someone will start a story and then interrupt themselves to say “you can’t blog about this,” and I usually roll my eyes and say “fine.” Sometimes they are great stories and I cry a little on the inside that I can’t use them. So after three months of writing this blog, I want to officially say thank you to all my friends who let me blog about their lives, tell me stories about their friends, and who have not yet voted me off the friend island. The award for the greatest group of friends ever goes to: