As I sit here roasting (though, I concede that the presence of sweat makes it closer to a water saute) I feel that familiar desire that comes with discomfort. It’s 91 degrees, and my forearms are coated in a thin layer of sweat. This is disturbing, as the only exertion I’ve undergone

After reading Anna’s hilarious post about farting on the first date, it reminded me that no matter how much we try to present this perfect, polished version of ourselves to the potential partners, our real selves always manage to surface sooner than we hope. While it’s great to be blissfully