Even though I’ve been saying the same thing for the last couple of years, I think this year it’s for realsies—probably this will be my last Thanksgiving in the home where I grew up. My folks are picking up stakes and moving to Montana. Why? I don’t know, really. They don’t like Texas, and on their extended RV vacation this summer they fell in love with Montana. So hey, why not, you know?
"Over drinks at a bar my date revealed many interesting details about himself. He used to live on 'the streets.' He claimed to have 'beat Spina Bifida.' He had had a fiancé in Japan who was open to him dating women while he was in the States. After all those amazing revelations I let him know our relationship would not be romantic. As we walked out of the bar he appeared to be suffering from some sort of stomach cramp. He told me he suffered from severe IBS and desperately needed a private bathroom. I have family members who suffer from Crohn's disease so I felt very sympathetic to his situation. I offered to let him use the bathroom in my apartment. After he had finished using the bathroom, he says, 'I know you said we could just be friends and that's fine. But, I was wondering if I could just watch you pee before I leave. I only want to watch.' P.S. — I did not let him watch me pee." -Miranda, 33