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…
Ranch
Me: Let's grab lunch while I'm in NC, babe-eee. Can you come to Greensboro? Lydia: Sure! How about Saturday? Me: Perfect, where do you want to eat? Lydia: Anywhere with good ranch. Me: Mmmm ranch - I'm gonna gain 15 lbs of ranch on this trip. Hazah! Lydia: That should be…