I can't really remember the day I started college, or the day I met my boyfriend, or the day I first moved away from home very well. But I remember the day I decided to become a party girl like it was yesterday. I was nine — already intellectual, a voracious reader, and also, it should go without saying, about as popular as a bucket of diarrhea at my elementary school. I was on a shopping expedition with my mom to the local discount store, where we bought most of our things. It is obvious, looking at it now, that the book is supposed to be funny, and that the book's heroine, Alison Poole, is supposed to be odious. But reading that book in bed that night, in my long-sleeved flannel nightgown, was the closest thing I had ever had to a religious experience.
Something I've been asked from time to time on this site most recently in a forum post by one of our members here is why I don't date girls who club, party, drink, or have "girls' nights out". Aren't you a hypocrite if you do these things but expect her not to? Don't you trust your women to stay faithful to you? I thought you wrote in the article on how to prevent cheating that it was possible to be so great a partner than women wouldn't want to cheat?! Most of these thoughts come from rather different places than where I come at relationships from, though. This article will not be terribly helpful if you're still just starting out on your journey to get good with women, or are intermediate there, because you will not be able to follow it.
What Happened When I Stopped Being a Party Girl and Finally Decided to Face Adulthood
Some forums can only be seen by registered members. I agree completely with Lilac. To LoveMountains You said " You are so missing a great opportunity to really understand your lady here.
I remember the good old days I admit I cringed writing that , when my favorite place in the world, the place I felt most at home, was the club. As party girls, we spent days catching up on sleep, woke up at 9 pm to get ready so we could meet the promoter at midnight on the dot because we never waited in lines. We'd see our club friends, painted in the shattered, fluorescent light of a disco ball, never really knowing what they looked like in the daytime.