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...track record, quite possibly even longer. I vow to uphold this pledge faithfully, unless a situation unexpectedly arises that imperils its execution, such as my friend Janet's birthday party this weekend, which I happen to know Molly Heinecker will attend, and that she just got dumped by her boyfriend and Janet tells me she's looking to rebound and make him jealous, plus the Evite promises an abundance of inhibition-releasing Jell-O shots, so, you know, I'm just saying...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Taking the Paris Hilton Celibacy Challenge | 8/8/2006 | See Source »

...learned while home that one of our sleepover compatriots, who had played, shopped, and shared her dreams with us when we were younger, was pregnant. She had moved with her boyfriend to a different state after our high school graduation, and the last time I had really spoken to her was early last fall, one night after I had moved into Mower...

Author: By Brittney L. Moraski | Title: Growing Pains | 8/4/2006 | See Source »

Phone in hand, I stumbled down to the basement of my dorm to talk to her. In the course of her telling me how exciting it was to move into an apartment with her boyfriend, to buy silverware and pots and pans with him, to build a life with another person, I realized much how further along she was than me in developing the relationships and making the decisions that separate adolescence from adulthood. I told her how much I liked my room, my roommates, and my classes, but in comparison to her, I felt silly, immature...

Author: By Brittney L. Moraski | Title: Growing Pains | 8/4/2006 | See Source »

...Burton, her boyfriend] is a bit of a Peter Pan, but a good one. He definitely has a big child in him. There's no inner child. It's all outer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: Aug. 7, 2006 | 7/30/2006 | See Source »

CHARLESTON, S.C.—I didn’t approach hitchhiking with an eye-glistening wanderlust or a throat-swelling love of life. I stuck my thumb out impudently, like a child forced to apologize, then made my boyfriend do the same. We had bought tickets to a concert without realizing the show was a 40-minute drive north of the city. We don’t have a car, and we need a ride. Otherwise, the $30 tickets go to waste. The only impulse more natural to me than looking out for myself is looking...

Author: By Francesca M. Mari, | Title: The Hitchhiking Type | 7/13/2006 | See Source »

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