NOPE! I never learned that in school, and was certainly not taught by a parent. Sure, that should happen, but it took until the Sex and the City episode about Charlotte's depressed vagina for me to even think about looking at myself from that angle. And when I did, I asked my roommates in a conversation a hell of a…

I think the point of that whole plotline is that there are a LOT of women from all backgrounds who have no idea how their bodies work, and have clearly never bothered to use a hand mirror to find out.

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Very much so... That connection hasn't escaped me either.

Oh, they've been exclusively diet drinks for the last ten years. I always forget to mention that.

Ahhh, see, and that's the thing that always gets him. Your addiction is socially acceptable. Because it's coffee. His is energy drinks... and soda. People really look down on that shit. My family rolls their eyes whenever we visit and have to stop at the store for his Mountain Dew. We were not a plastic bottle on the…

My husband is 35. He has all of that, plus it can really fuck with his digestion in a way that his doctor told him, "Yeah... getting older sucks, doesn't it?" Don't let it continue. And from a female perspective, if you ever feel like getting pregnant, cutting it out cold turkey then will be next to impossible.

Anecdotal, sure, but my husband has been drinking mountain dew and energy drinks daily since he was a teenager. He has recently weened himself off of the energy drinks, and it is a daily struggle. He often responds to people who judge him for his caffeine use and choice of caffeine with, "I get it, it's my cigarettes.…

A friend of mine always takes a picture of the guy's license plate and texts it to her roommate before they go anywhere. Might be overkill. Might offend some guys. But it's a damn good idea.

WHAT.

Spaghetti straps. On a ball gown. It just has nineties written all over it.

Beautifully put. One minor bone to pick.

This doesn't apply to the car door though, right? That's how he knows I'm a keeper.

but the first one was FLAWLESS.

My fiance and I met in a movie theater. I don't find it so weird, but when tell people, they do. I made a loud joke before the movie started (before the trailers started, too. Don't worry I'm not an asshole) and after the movie he made a beeline for me. It turned out he was an extension of the same group I was with…

ok, but let's say I go to a nice restaurant, which I am lucky enough to do frequently. I excuse myself for a moment. No matter where I place my napkin, a server will come over, fold it, and place it on the table next to my plate. Is that correct etiquette?

It's almost as if I miss him, too.

Wait, I'm supposed to put the napkin on the chair? I thought the table! I'm so confused.

The second one made me tear up a little. wtf is wrong with me?

There really weren't that many details. I know she was from a mega-rich Fairfield County family, and grew up hanging with famous artists and the like, so maybe they seemed like a match before he hit the charts, but from what I knew about him, they seemed like a very unlikely couple.