• New friend fail.

    I feel pressure, most days, to write something meaningful and important on this blog. Something thought provoking and intelligent. I think I’m going to just give up on that and just write about…well, anything. So today, you’re treated to a story about this guy I met. Let’s call him, “Jess.” I have no fear that he will find this because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know my last name – how in the world would he find a blog? So I met Jess recently while out with the girls. He seemed very nice. He’s from the NE and has a thick accent. He’s a good looking, Italian guy. Sounds…