25 rules of dating
Rule #3: The next time I’m tempted to go too far, I’ll try texting myself a photo of my glorious chicken soup.
It may not help with fighting sickness or bolstering self-esteem, but honestly, it can’t hurt.
I felt immediate and overwhelming relief: Oh good, it wasn’t me! I would put on my Florence Nightingale uniform and zip over to his place and nurse him back to health.
Being friends with benefits with someone can seem like a dream come true.It was only recently, since I’d been living on my own and encountering my friends and colleagues as a single person, that I had begun to see how deeply loved and appreciated I was by the people in my life, love given to me as a grace, without merit. As long as I had chicken soup on the brain (and, I reasoned, the healing properties of this soup might keep me from getting the flu I had marginally been exposed to), I went to the store and bought the ingredients for the best chicken soup ever, along with a baguette of crusty sourdough. My kitchen filled with the aroma of love: love for myself.