Recalling Pineapples

I signed the seventh lease for my apartment today.  I think some people would say that proudly; that they've been able to maintain their place that long, that they're a resident in good standing, that they're rent is discounted a bit due to being grandfathered in.  I am proud of those specific aspects, but I am not proud of going into my 7th year in this apartment.  If I'm honest, I'm rather morose about it.   I also turn 30 this November.  When I got this apartment in 2016, I was 23 to turn 24 that November.  This apartment was supposed to be a transitional one, a one year commitment.  Just a way out of my then ex-boyfriend's townhouse.  I was supposed to have a friend move in with me, which was why I signed on for a two-bedroom in the first place.  Thankfully, my mother always taught me never to agree to a contract I couldn't afford on my own, so while not having a roommate was annoying it was feasible, and it was "only going to be for...

  The first thing he did upon meeting her for the first time, was to ignore the fact that the two girls were taking sips off of his drink. He winked the first time her friend took a sip which let them know that he was allowing them to get away with something. The girls of course had no idea the alcohol content of wine coolers and so when the girls acted bubbly and drunk off of a few sips he just laughed and played along, though of course he knew better. His drink of choice at the festival was only 7% alcohol per volume and so the girls would have had to drink a lot more than a mug full to be falling over drunk, though they didn’t realize this. He almost took a kind of pride in knowing that these girls just wanted to be near to him and be seen with him. However prideful he may have felt he also needed to be careful that no one got the wrong impression considering the age gap between them. If you’re the type of person who believes in the theory categorizing people into two disti...