One time I asked this girl I knew to the senior prom.

Is it just me, or do way too many of this week's stories involve mozzarella sticks?

1994, suburbs of Chicago, summer before my senior year of high school. I'm a sexually frustrated 17 year old gay boy and my parents have left me home alone so I'm having a party - nothing outrageous - with my friends. My 18 year old girl friend has brought the 20 year old dude she's screwing around with and he - in…

My husband and I met in grad school and didn't hit it off immediately. We got stuck in the same miserable class together on Monday nights. It talked about music history, and one night the instructor went on an endless ramble about Schubert's "syphilis attacks" and kept saying the nonsense phrase "syphilis attacks"…

This one happened to me, relatively recently.

This story isn't particularly impressive, but I'm an incredibly shy person at times and it was an unprecedented bold move for me and is a serious confidence booster.

Oh man. This went from awesome to goddamn disaster really fast.

Oh, and

Phyllis, what I like about you is that you don't let anything deter you and you are flexible in your approach. It bodes well!

My ex husband never got that I was asking him out (we were teenagers), so I finally just told him to come to the movies with me and a big group of friends. And asked him to pick me up. We get to the movie and he's like, "...where's everyone else?"

Also, one time I got a guy to go home with me by saying we could make a sleeping fort. We did, which he promptly passed out in.

I went straight for the kill, which is something that is totally out of character for me. Typically, I'll wait years for someone to notice me, but a few years ago I had enough. While out at a bar with a friend on a particularly quiet night, the cold air blew in the object of my affection. We knew each other, but he…

Newly single, I ran into this hot guy I was acquainted with at a bar after my band played a show. I was like "Hey, I know you. What's your name again?"

He told me his name and my next question was "Wanna go make out in your car?"

I am so heartbroken for how desperately lonely this woman must be to believe this story.

Why can't we just declare open season on elephant poachers? I've always wanted me some gen-you-eine poacher enamel.

Too bad for Harry. Just missed the opportunity to get himself into a relationship with English royalty.

Here's my deal with gel polish: I love it because I don't have to wait for my nails to dry. I, without fail, chip or smudge regular nail polish within 12 hours, but my gel lasts at least 2 weeks if it's done well. I am lazy and impatient, and I am willing to throw money at these problems to look fabulous.

Re: the makeup question.