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I 100% agree with you, Curious Squid. I’m 44. My last meaningful relationship ended when I was 25. No matter how good and kind a person you are, there are no guarantees you will find love or love will find you. You have to live your life like that’s the reality—because it is. It might happen, of course, but it might

I find the premise of this article’s request for ex stories pretty awful. Why would you want to thrill in another person’s misery? Too schadenfreude for me. I dated a guy all through college and a few years after. I was heartbroken when he broke up with me at age 25 and heartbroken both times he got engaged/married as

I, too, saw the original in the theater as a high schooler (in a town with beautiful beaches). Swayze’s Bodhi was mesmerizing—very much a chilled-out svengali. That last scene...priceless.

I don’t have a solution for your current bridesmaid/non-bridesmaid situation, but here’s a wonderful piece of advice I came across recently: “‘No’ is a complete sentence.” [I don’t really have a problem saying “no” myself, but I think this advice will help free people from guilt. You don’t owe anyone an explanation

The jeans thing? I feel you. I had my mom patch mine. (I’m over 30, but she’s the better seamstress. I brought them home with me for Christmas one year and asked nicely). Legit patches—inside & out. Now I’m wearing through the patches, but it bought me a couple more good years with them. Just an idea. (The blurry pic