We’ve all done it.
In eleventh grade, I pretended to have a passionate interest in collegiate basketball because my then boyfriend did. Read about, listened to, attended games that I found boring, tedious and a waste of time…all in the name of young love.
I married her…
That line is supposed to be, “Reader, I married him.”
I don’t swing that way, @janbb. I thought that was evident by now.
Where do I start…?
I allowed myself to be deeply humiliated in front of friends and family. What could be more comical?