Jackson Street

Everyone keeps things in. I don’t do it very often. I like to tell people exactly what I feel. But sometimes, I bite my tongue (I see you chuckling at that comment Jenna). I might be embarrassed.

So I recently turned 24. That puts me in my mid twenties, and I’m not going to lie, I feel no different.

Every compliment you give should be sincere. I’ve been told I’m quite genuine, and I think that can partly be explained by my constant complimenting. 

Also, don’t be the guy who actually says something about someone’s grammar.

There are a lot of times where you’re trying to find a word for your emotions, but unfortunately, the English language doesn’t have one. You end up sitting there with your tongue out, snapping your fingers and wordlessly mouthing words that are close, but just don’t cut it.

Remember that first time you busted out an iPhone? It was like upgrading from a rusted ’87 LeSabre to a minted Porsche 911 Carerra. But then two weeks later, you crashed that Porsche by dropping it in the toilet?

I don’t notice when you’re flirting with me. I try to be really nice to everyone I meet.

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic. I love chick flicks, although I’m not a Nicholas Sparks fan… maybe it’s the trauma in all of them.

You get home, throw open your car door, and rush into the house. You stomp past your mother who just stares after you, mouth slightly open, a look of empathy mixed with annoyance on her face.

There is nothing quite like a mini win to brighten up your day.

So I don’t know if any of you have ever dated someone you work with, but my friend Stephen has done it.

Everyone is late. Likewise, everyone knows that providing a small excuse as a white lie can be a great way to avoid hurting someone’s feelings.