My last post gave me certain qualms. Primarily because I know that my dad (obviously) reads this site, as do others in my family, and certain of my parents’ friends—the cool ones, of course (hey guys!).
Now, we all know that I’m an adult (regardless of whether I cashed that check from M&D last week for $3,000), and adults do the things that adults do. It wouldn’t be out of line for a single 33-year-old to, say, take a guy home with her and spend an evening on her couch with him listening to the Beatles’ White Album, or perhaps to go home with a different guy (on a different night, okay?) to peruse his Pet Rock collection. No one would be shocked.