Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

but WHICH cushion?

I feel like this is relevant for SO MANY of my friends right now:

A date is the practice of rhetorical formalism, rote interview answers exchanged in fear of falling afoul of our partner's ideological composition (e.g., I'm not fucking a Republican, an astrologer, a Rutgers grad, a musician, someone who listens to Vampire Weekend) by either over-explaining or repeating the ideological fragments we think will keep a nice happy hour from devolving into a talk radio inquisition (e.g. I canvassed for Obama, I'm a Gemini but I don't take it seriously, I don't even know who Vampire Weekend is).

But the whole article is awesome.

I'm a Male Sex Writer - Why Would Anyone Date Me?

I actually did have a flower in my hair at one point

Sad