When I was in high school I wanted to be Jessica Darling, narrator of Megan McCafferty's Sloppy Firsts series. Almost 10 (eek!) years later, and I'm still not clever or snarky enough to be Jessica. But I now have more experience with boys than she did and I've decided to share my hard-earned wisdom. Or maybe I just want to bitch. Either way, I want a record of the boys that have drifted in and out of my life, leaving cologne trails in their wake. I'll reminisce and document current relationship atrocities, and I'd love to hear from other girls who've been there.
You know where there is. Driving home at 3am after the hookup, wondering why the hell you bothered, and if you left your dignity on his bedroom floor. You can't go back for it.
Or waiting around all night because you had plans, only to finally get the text that says, "Hey, I'm exhausted. Can I hit you up tomorrow?"
Yeah I've been there and back again, more times than I'd like to count.
But I'm going to.
I'd like to think Jessica would be proud.
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