I met a girl that I really like but when I got to her Facebook profile I found a lot of pictures of her with a lot of different guys. How do I approach the subject of asking her who all these guys are?
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I slipped on the Gap's Easy Fit jeans. I looked like a straight guy who might be heading to Applebee's for dinner. Not so much. It got worse with the Standard Jean. I looked like President Obama.
I went on for opportunities. The opportunity to further my professional and personal fronts and now the PR firm that reps Rogaine has found me and they are sending me samples.
Last night as I watched Miami Social I wanted to lift my fancy LED off the wall, throw it off my 30th floor balcony and then contemplate using its shattered glass to slit my wrists.
There, in the middle of this messy plate, was a pacifier -- a real baby pacifier -- covered in cake, icing and lots and lots of red drizzle.
Katrina forgot to read the fine print of her marital contract that states she needs to go down more on Ben if she doesn't want a divorce.
I actually found myself laughing out loud during last night's episode, though this time at my own wit. I found the sensation strange because I am not used to watching my real self on television.
Love is hard to find, even for reality tv stars. Some are awkward teenagers, some are indecisive about who or what they want, and some are just jerks....
"The Socials," have no choice but to be amused by the media attention, myself included. Of course, I didn't realize that talking about Botox warrants me a callous, vacuous, self-indulgent homosexual.
Now I have to give up the Bravo moniker, which quickly became an inside joke among my friends who now lovingly jab at my transformation from Bravotee to Bravoite.
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