A Fresh Start.

Four and a half years ago I wrote in another blog of mine "Growing up is fucking exciting." I'm 23 now and stupid-cliche as it is, I am still growing up. It's a little bit less exciting; I'm jaded, bitter, and more or less a fatalist.

But 4.5 years ago I was 19 and just beginning to really date. I don't mean I hadn't had boyfriends before, I'd been in love twice by then, but I hadn't seriously serial dated. I started meeting people from Craigslist, Myspace (it was 2005) and other random internet sources.

This blog serves two purposes: edutainment for my readers, and for my personal use, to record the memoirs of my 20-something life.