Confession time, folks. I am a huge nerd. Like HUGE nerd. I love math and science (except geometry and biology because fuck those guys). I fell in love with physics my senior year of high school but not hard enough to give up on performing. It was The Notebook. James Marsden building strobe circuits from scratch and Ryan Gosling creating life from words on a page. We all know how that ends (if not…spoiler alert…my bad, y’all). I haven’t taken math or science since high school

We leave the club after 3am and make it two steps before I’m cornered by the dude who wants to talk to the “soul sista” (my locs were down so I guess that makes me her…?). I give him my Instagram handle as a distraction from my phone number and escape to my friend waiting up ahead. “That has to be exhausting.” I’m shocked. No congratulations that random guy on the street who you have zero interest in wants to bang you! I’d just spent the past few hours parrying his friend’s p

(There’s a cute outfit under that sweatshirt…allegedly…) One big thing I learned in the midst of my wardrobe liposuction was that my clothing of choice was especially good for hiding. Even the things I considered sexy and a bit more risque were still pretty tame. It was all very hot librarian and occasionally like I had stumbled back into my high school uniform. Not very grown and sexy at all. I felt cute and was all stuff that I considered stylish but not exactly tailored fo