This past weekend campus was flooded with older, handsome, probably rich alumni of the University of Miami. To rephrase – campus was filled with potential sugar daddies.
It’s been more than two years since someone actually emailed us, but now we can make like Steve from Blue’s Clues and say, “We just got a letter! Wonder who it’s from?”
The day I have been dreading has finally come: I have run out of people to swipe on Tinder. I have run out of people to swipe on Bumble. I have run out of people to swipe on Hinge.
Catch me hanging out in my birthday suit, laying in bed with a pint of Ben and Jerry's and the only two men I need in my life – Jack (Daniel's Tennesee Whiskey) and Tito( Handmade Vodka).
Looking back, I think my relationship was more toxic than Britney Spears dancing in a puddle of nuclear waste. (Alexa, play 'Toxic' by Britney Spears.)
