John Smith
I honestly had no idea that it was my girlfriend's mom in the car behind me when I flipped her off.
I honestly had no idea that it was my girlfriend's mom in the car behind me when I flipped her off.
The pee was on the seat when I got there, but telling you this in passing has been a major setback in me getting your phone number tonight.
Frankly, it's awkward when you find out the "random jerk" who rear-ended your new car two hours ago is also your new girlfriend's father.
There is no classy way to ask the dentist for his phone number.
There was a hesitant knock at my dorm room door, and I opened it to find a guy standing there with my bra dangling from a pair of salad tongs and a dryer sheet sticking to his pant leg.
The day I got diagnosed with bipolar disorder was the day I chased my best friend down the street with a butterfly knife.
Afterwards, I deeply regretted telling my hairdresser that my mother had had a nose job.
At my mother's funeral, my ex-boyfriend's mother told my husband about how many hours I spent sitting in her driveway handing tools to her son while he worked on his car.
At my dad's funeral, my friend's mother came up to my sister and asked her how she knew the family.
The next time someone asks what I'm doing, I'm gonna just refer them to the Wikipedia page rather than try to explain echopraxia and watch them walk away even more confused.
My neighbor just casually returned two pairs of panties that I'd left in the shared washing machine.
Having your boyfriend's mother catch you rumaging through her purse that looks exactly like yours does not make for a good introduction.
My boyfriend had to reassure me that his grandmother didn't have a crush on me when she said I could have her engagement ring.
I considered the date over when he announced that he was going to be a dad by the time he was 20.
I didn't dare look at my black friend when my criminology professor talked about a theory that suggested Asians were smartest, Whites average, and Blacks the dumbest.
Despite his exasperation, I enjoyed the irony of holding the door for the hotel doorman.
The day I was ready to tell him "Yes" was the day he came in holding my best friend's hand.
You know you are too much of a people-pleaser when you, a straight girl, hook up with a lesbian who is into you and pretend to really like it so you don't hurt her feelings.
Slightly mortified, I assured my mother incest wasn't really my thing after she warned me against getting into "trouble" with my cousin.
His efforts were so valiant, I didn't have the heart to tell him it was front clasp.
It was when I brought my selected books to the library check-out counter and the librarian looked at me funny that I started to reconsider my reasearch paper topic on abortion.
My boyfriend's mother looked longingly at her niece's pregnant belly and sighed heavily before casting a sideways glance in my direction.
It wasn't until he pulled out the sex dice that I noticed I was the only virgin in the room.
My best friend told me she was gay and had a crush on me for the last two years when we were alone in her empty cabin, knowing that I am a strict Catholic.
There's nothing quite like a party with two of your ex-girlfriends and one current one.
There's a picture of you on my wall and sometimes I feel funny about getting naked in front of it.