Let me explain: Similar to Fight Club, the most important rule of one-sided cuddling is that you don’t talk about it. A generation raised on Destiny’s child, we’re independent and driven women that have control over our social lives and try steer clear of double standards.
It both begins and ends on the bus and must ALWAYS remain one-sided. We want to progress in our dating endeavors, and just give the guy a chance to see what can come of it.
I wore a feather choker at the A-List Awards, which everyone was asking me about.
Ribbon isn't only for a child's hair - it is a cheap way to be creative and fun.
Without fail, one or both hands do this strange back-pat, that would only ever be delivered by your older and distant uncle while he tells you to “carry on” or “take care.” By this point, both myself, complete with two gangly, patting arms, and the poor soul that mistakenly tried to give me a friendly salutation, feel pretty damn awkward. I’ll go about this strange solitary life for several months, sometimes brushing against a coworker in the kitchen at work or a very unaware tourist downtown, but keeping myself and all limbs inside my personal bubble. The guy never fails to either text me later that night, or the next morning with a variety of flirty puns and emojis.