These aren’t big regrets. These aren’t relationship-ending offenses. These aren’t the straws that broke backs, or watershed moments. They’re just little things that I’m sorry about.
Not every woman wants a ring from you.
Spoiler alert guys: It always ends in pain. Someone will eventually die. In this case, we hadn’t even started dating.
No longer will I be content with an after-work happy hour drink at a dingy spot in the East Village! I will prefer more imagination and activity and less alcohol.
I’d been bedecked in rainbows for over a decade, and I started to wonder…what if I could date a guy?
“At some point, he told me he thought I was his birthday gift from God, and we should get married.”