5.) (Probably one of my top pet peeves) Make-up and deodorant stains you caused. If I put a clean white shirt in your fitting room and retrieve a foundation-stained now to be considered “damaged” shirt, I blame you. Either not wear make-up when you shop or plan to be responsible for you stains. It’s not our fault you feel you need to hide your face. And don’t tell me your make-up is just a little color. We never find eyeshadow stains. And deodorant rubs off. Don’t stain it and then ask me to check for another medium b/c this one’s stained. I KNOW it was you.
Friendly Drama: In Search of Platonic Male Friends
At my age, it seems I should be (and am) concerned with finding my next romantic relationship. However, sometimes/most times I wouldn’t mind just hanging out with a male friend without the quotation marks or hope of something different.
Friendly Drama: When I Didn’t Know Any Better
These ladies have known me for (nearly) half of my life. They’ve seen me fight, cry, yell, stare, run, and smile. We’ve seen each other through puberty, AP tests, custody battles, puppy love, first loves, college applications, driver’s licenses, parties, prom, and leaving all of that behind for college. We fell apart during those college years, casually seeing each other when we were all back home but it was never the same. And as sad as that realization may have been, there was still something that made us come back together (hoping). I always wondered what that was exactly. Obviously, we’d all changed and no longer had the classroom to force us together. What was it that made me still call her “my friend”? And actually mean it?
