Here’s the thing I love most about being at this stage in my life: No more excuses.
For practically my entire life I felt like I had to either defend myself or deny myself. Either I was too aggressive or laid-back, too focused or too mercurial, too wild or too strait-laced. I was either overdressed or underdressed, too serious or not serious enough, too clingy or too detached.
The whispers that used to concern me the most were those accusing me of being easy (and I’m certain I don’t have to explain what this means). When I was a college freshman, my well-intentioned distant cousin walked up to me and said, simply, “You know, PDA is just not preppy.” I thought he was kidding; no one actually took The Official Preppy Handbook seriously, right? Apparently, this guy did. Then at a house party soon afterwards, he got busted for making out with his girlfriend inside one of the rooms by the host’s mother. So not preppy.
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