I am not the girl at the party who stands shyly at the edge of a conversation and giggles sweetly when the occasion calls for it. I am the girl causing a scene at the other end of the room, insisting that she is, in fact, the strongest woman alive and insisting that her friends help her demonstrate this by allowing her to carry them. Yes, I’m one of those small-doses friends.
I’m now 27 and recently became single after spending the best 9 years of my “salad days” in a highly domesticated relationship. In the space of 3 months my life turned itself into a tragi-comedy fraught with financial quagmires, social impasse, emotional prostration and sexual misadventure.
And so here I am – single, broke, awkward. Enjoy.