I don't drink, and that apparently ends half the first dates in my city. I'd rather spend my energy on one real conversation than twenty dead ones. My dog and my barista were carrying my entire social life, and they both knew it. My aunt's third wedding made me promise to meet Balkan women and the signup took under five minutes, which I did not expect. It's strange being the friend with the good update for a change. It's a relief to write a paragraph like this without a single complaint in it.