That's kind of what she tries to do-The relationship I just got out of started because the ex and I found each other at a bar, liked each other, went home together, and ended up together for the next year and a half. He wasn't the first and, honestly? He probably won't be the last. She's been with her bf since high…

If she doesn't stop I really don't have any other options. I had fun, I didn't feel bad when I was doing it and I don't intend on starting now because she's decided to get all preachy and tell me that I should. Those years DID have the best stories and I came out of it no worse for the wear. Thanks!!

This is exactly what I was looking for, thank you. She's incredibly stubborn and extremely fond of playing devil's advocate (to the point of ruining jokes because she has to be right), so I'm not sure if she'll stop because I tell her to, but at least I won't come off as an asshole for, you know, asking her to leave…

Thanks! She definitely wouldn't care if I was a guy. She absolutely doesn't get that I was (and am) capable of having sex without emotional connections, because (she's said this) as women we're "emotional creatures" and I'm pretty sure that she has no doubt in her mind that I should feel bad....but I don't.

One of my best friends has been on what seems like a mission to make me feel bad about my vaguely promiscuous past, which is wildly promiscuous to her since (this is what she's told me), she's only ever been with her boyfriend of the past 8 years. We're in our mid-20s now and the only guy I've been with in almost two…

Diet Dr Pepper/Cherry Coke Zero are my go-tos...but on the occasion I go all out it's either Dr Pepper or Big Red, cold, in a can. If I'm drinking non-diet soda, it will be in its most delicious form!

My grandma's house has an (already creepy) basement with a special treat at the bottom of the stairs: an extra-large tile WITH A CLOWN ON IT/A CLOWN THAT LOOKED LIKE IT. All the grandkids got really good at hopping over it...and I may or may not still do it to this day.

Mhmm. Depending on how bad it is, I often spend a solid five minutes debating whether a clot is too big and then go to the internet and discover that I'm probably going to die. SUPER FUN.

I live a couple of hours away and wanted to be there so badly. I had to settle for crying tears of joy at some of the beautiful things I saw happening. For the first time in so long, I believe my state can change.

EXACTLY. I graduated the same year as her, knowing my entire high school career that if I wanted to go to UT or A&M I needed to be top ten percent. Not should be, needed to be. I ended up going out of state, but if I had chosen to, I could have gone to either...but then again, I worked my ass off instead of…

One of my friends is a bartender at a dance hall and she swears that working in her cowgirl boots is the best thing about the job (after the tips, of course).

I have the yellow Milani polish and I'm a fan. The texture is like grains of sand in the polish and it's easy to work with. I've also heard that the OPI texture polishes are super similar to Zoya, if that helps!

And Filter's version of "Happy Together"!

AND it has a horrible formula. Disappointment all around.

I actually had to answer an essay question about higher suicide rates in demographic groups that are more socially isolated for an exam-wonder if the two are related?

Same here. I actually watched She's The Man and Easy A within a few days of each other and running into these stories is just..blergh.

I totally switched to education from an History/Art History degree! (And my focus was ancient/Classical studies. I miss it.)

5 more months for me! (still in undergrad after switching majors in a job-availability panic, building up debt until I get my education degree...fun.)

Same! I just prefer "lapsed Catholic" to avoid conversion attempts by my zealously evangelical best friend...who is also the reason I can't criticize the Church on Facebook, dammit.

I live in the heart of the Eagle Ford Shale fields, and it's almost as bad here. I don't go anywhere by myself unless I absolutely know I won't have to get out of the truck. Being accompanied by someone else doesn't make them quit staring at you, but at least you don't fear for your personal safety. My best friend has…