Following this analogy, I have racked up many frequent flier miles on The Way We Almost Were Airlines, where you always have to pay extra for baggage and no one helps anybody else with his or her oxygen mask.
If anyone of your friends utters unkind words about her reputation, you choose not to believe it.
She is the girl who has every eye on her when you walk into a club, and you feel a sense of pride, in knowing she is with you (at least for tonight that is).
And each time, I wore the exact same outfit: black skinny overalls, a white T-shirt and white sneakers.
Listen, I know you've probably read a thousand personal essays about both dating and uniform dressing, but the Venn diagram space where those two clichéd spheres intersect is worth a closer look — I promise. I'm just a girl, standing in front of the Internet, asking it to hear me out.
Before we get to the clothes, let's talk a bit about how I approach finding millennial companions.