For the longest time I never noticed it. I was quite content living in my own little bubble assuming life stood still just for me.
Another official university e-mail was sent out the morning of March 17, warning students not to respond to e-mails requesting confirmation of their passwords.
Last week, my boyfriend, Michael, and I were fighting.
f you had asked me a year ago if there were any good men left, I would have said yes with little hesitation. I was dating one. He was perfect. Tall and dark with incredible arms. Great taste in music and movies. He didn't say much, but when he did, it was with a dry humor he had adopted from his hard-working father, the high school principal.
