I Had to Go Through the Wrong Ones to Be Ready for the Right One

Last weekend, I had dinner with a group of friends from college, and it was wonderful. Dinner, to us, means everybody brings a dish, picks their poison, and gabs for about eight hours straight about everything and nothing. Dinner means there's an extra friend hiding in the basement meant as a surprise for the rest … Continue reading I Had to Go Through the Wrong Ones to Be Ready for the Right One