Allyson Darling

I tend to see the world in black and white, yes or no, all or nothing. That’s what makes the gray area of life challenging. You loved me and lied to me.

All’s fair in love in your 20s where rules are meant to be broken and mistakes are meant to be made (except where condoms are concerned).

I’ve been in low places, like on the floor — in a matching sweat suit that wasn’t mine.

Dating someone is getting to know them, and loving them is accepting them for who they are without trying to change them.

There’s something about engaging in a (slightly) revolting activity in the presence of an attractive individual that is not preferable.

She grabs your shoulders from behind, in a back-hug and shakes you around like a my-sized, standing shake and bake…also how you’re not supposed to shake a newborn baby.

I thought about staying in San Francisco instead with this boy.

There’s a certain amount of tact present when conversing with acquaintances.

I couldn’t fully grasp this concept until recently. And by recently I mean when I found out Heath Ledger died and I tried to watch 10 Things I Hate About You.

Sex is one of those things.

Recent events have inspired me to web wander into the atrocious abyss that is OkCupid and create a profile.

Life post-grad is uncertain.