Sex Ed, Video Stores and V-Cards

(*Sally: Do not read this one.  Actually, if you know me personally you may not want to read this one)

I remember believing
If this man could win back Diane Court I could do anything.

As I was sitting in a Starbucks with a friend of mine who was detailing the horrors of sex education, and how the absolute fear of utilizing what she didn’t know was called a diaphragm made her completely uncomfortable (a conversation that made me completely uncomfortable) I started to remember the years before I became the person I am today, when I was still under the impression I would wait until marriage to lose my virginity, and envisioned that by this point in my life I would be a happy, successful, family man (run on sentence for the win). That was a long time ago, before my heart had grown calloused to the thought of being in a relationship and still believed in things like Cameron Crowe movies, and that John Cusack was the best actor in the world. Don’t get me wrong, I still love Cameron Crowe movies, I just don’t believe in love stories anymore (Sorry How I Met Your Mother).  Continue reading Sex Ed, Video Stores and V-Cards

To My Nashville Friends

(*Sally, I think this one is okay for you to read. You may want to skip a few paragraphs…actually, let’s not risk it. I don’t want to take the chance. *)

I will never be able to truly express the gratitude I have for my friend in Nashville. At least not while I have the daunting task of packing all of my stuff and moving to Florida staring me right in the face. I can’t really say this has snuck up on me since I have known I’m moving for many months, but in a few hours, I will be loading up my exceptionally overpriced U-Haul, pulling away from my literal prison of a house, and heading down to live a very different life from the one I am currently moving through. Continue reading To My Nashville Friends