Monday, February 28, 2011
Two years ago, my friends and I had the pleasure of renting a house in Ireland from a 20-something ex-rugby player named Ted.
At the risk of sounding like 1950’s teenager, Ted was dreamy. His accent was to-die-for, he had shoulders as broad as a Buick, and his teeth were both white and straight—a real rarity in the U.K.
One day Ted came over to mow our lawn. After watching him—and more...
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I moved to Ireland less than a month after my college graduation, without a job or a place to live. Why this concerned my parents, I’ll never understand.
After desperately searching the classifieds for two weeks, my friend and I saw an ad for a job selling sandwiches with “The Tasty Sandwich Guy.” That’s not at all sketchy.
When we arrived at the local aquarium two days later for our joint...
Friday, February 11, 2011
So, I have this “friend” and she’s on an online dating site.
After pondering which service would best suit her needs, “my friend” remembered reading an article that said it’s OK to feel desperate—you just can’t act like it. So for her, that meant joining something that was free. Paying for a boyfriend just seemed wrong, and something she certainly wasn’t willing to consider until at least the...
Thursday, February 3, 2011
My 21-year-old brother used to argue that his bedroom felt more “cozy” and “lived-in” when it was an absolute mess, so it really shouldn’t have come as much of a shock when we visited him in college and saw an apartment in dire need of a good cleaning. “I didn’t raise you like this,” my mother said, vigorously scrubbing the bathtub walls. Apparently, she did.
Student residents such as my brother...