When presented with a member of the opposite sex, some of us get numbers and some of us throw up.
Anatomy of a BoyfriendWhat defines you isn't how many times you crash but the number of times you get back.
Along for the RideYou just don't notice the time line of your own metamorphosis. Until you do.
How Did You Get This NumberWe were sexual targets, marked as eternal sluts for exploring the desires only acceptable in men.
Just Another NumberShe doesn't recognize the number—none of her friends use their phones as phones anymore.
The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry