I was parallel parking yesterday, which, for me, is usually a low-stakes exercise in mild panic.

But with my main character energy, I reversed so slowly and deliberately, eyes narrowed, as if I were a master spy expertly maneuvering a getaway vehicle to a dramatic orchestral score only I could hear.

I've realized I essentially have two completely separate wardrobes now.

There's the 'present me' wardrobe, which is 90% comfortable leggings and oversized sweaters. And then there's the 'aspirational me' wardrobe, full of tailored blouses and impractical heels, patiently waiting for a life I'm apparently too busy or tired to live.

He told me he was an 'entrepreneur' and looking for someone to 'grow with him.'

I went to his apartment, and his 'business' was reselling used video games, and 'growing with him' apparently meant helping him sort his laundry.

He told me he was looking for a 'low-maintenance' woman.

Honey, if 'low maintenance' means I don't need you to hang a shelf, then yes, I am *incredibly* low maintenance. Because I already bought the drill and did it myself.