A bazillion years ago, I dated a patchouli smelling, guitar playing, ponytail wearing hippie I'll call Ryan. He was working his way through a double major in music and religion when we started dating. (Look, I went to a Quaker liberal arts college in the nineties. What else did you…
Boston
I recently had dinner with someone from Boston. Even worse, someone that was from Boston that still spoke fondly of the town. If you've spent any time with me, you know I hate Boston. Well, I don't know that I hate the city itself. It's quite lovely actually. I really…