tales of a girl in the city

novembre 05, 2004

Little Grown-Up

As I sat at a table filled with Ivy League educated, mid-twenty something guys, watching them fish around in their beers for the quarters they'd been drunkenly flipping into their glasses for the past several hours, I realized something pretty big.

I no longer want to visit households where women's lingerie--left-over from the weekend's sexcapades--is prominently displayed in fruit baskets above the kitchen counter.

Crazy talk, I know.

But, we've all gotta grow up sometime.