I’m 36, single, have an MBA, and 6-figures in student loan debt. My current job sucks, and I feel pretty bleak about marital prospects. If I were a successful single (hetero) man or (gay) lady, I'm not sure I’d think I’m worth it. This is a lot of expensive baggage. :-(

Gentleman caller and lady friend are 1000% acceptable at all times.

Medication can help fix an imbalance. Think of it as a tool, not an indictment. I liked that mine was on an as-needed basis. In the beginning, I took my meds a lot. But as I got more in control, I was able to taper off. It gave me a sense of power, which I needed. (I also needed to not have crippling panic attacks. So…

I’m 36 (almost 37) and my 40 year old ex is dating a 21 year old. I need to get over it, but Jesus.

Ughhhhhh... I’ve been dumped on my birthday, too. I don’t even really give a shit about my birthday, but it’s shitty timing. Also- I get the on/off again thing. I mean. My ex and I periodically have great sex. He “cant be in a relationship”, but is seeing a woman half his age. I’d rather he bought a sports car, but…

Ya know... I’m not actually “worried” about dudes. I am still unfortunately in love with my ex, but honestly trying to get my shit together, which will probably involve me moving to another place. (Stopping taking the anti depressant that I was taking to combat my insomnia was a good life choice. That shit fucking…

Yes. Yes he is. He seemed genuinely surprised when I turned him down for date #2.

I had an OK Cupid date when I was maybe 28? The guy picked me up and drove me to dinner. He apologized approximately 71832 times about the crazy big SUV he picked me up in. (His car was in the shop. This was the first time I had been in a car with a video feed showing what was behind the car when reversed.) The guy…

I don't know the answer to your question, nor do I have cute animal gifs. That said: I hope your very standard medical procedure is inexpensive and easy to obtain. Hugs.

So. I have had periods of my life when I was ruled by anxiety. Certainly, regular exercise, healthy eating, lots of water, etc, helped. But so importantly- medication helped. I took Xanax, as needed. I guess it depends on your constant levels so anxiety? I would have panic attacks where I would be, essentially,…

Babe. I don’t know the answer, but maybe find a super great hair stylist you can trust? Honestly, even if it’s a little pricey, a great stylist that understands your hair, your life, and your personal style can be a godsend. Maybe that’s too much? But still. Without seeing your hair/face/etc, I can’t say.

You guys. I’m a lowly grey. But. A couple things.

I was just too old... and now have HPV. So, yeah. Good times!

Right. But. You work FT doing something you love. Or at least want to do. Maybe?

I’m sure I don’t need the guy. But he’s been such a loving, steady, amazing person through some tough times. (When we started dating, it was towards the end of my degree, and I was injured. He took care of me, and I took care of him. In between being in pain, and stressing about school/jobs, I’d cook for him,* he’d…

You guys. I’ve never done a SNS. And maybe I shouldn’t now. I think maybe my post will be too self absorbed, or pathetic, or something. And anyways, I’m a gray, so maybe no one will read/respond anyways. But. That said.

I've almost cried twice at work today. Excuse me, I'm off to watch the kitten in a dress being fed milk.

So, a million years ago, I used a diaphragm. Basically, you dab some of the anti spermicide on it, fold it in half, and slip it inside your vagina. Once it’s pushed up your canal, it opens up and does its thing.

*swoon*

So, I'm pretty sure I know zero 1D songs, so until adultosaur weighs in on this Zayn thing, I don't know what to think.