It's time that we grow old and do some shit.

At this time last year I was a full-fledged man-hater. Whenever a couple walked past, I whispered, "fuck off," under my breath. All men seemed to be either entirely boring or entirely idiotic. I wished Cupid would shoot his arrow through his own eye. 

This year, I'm buying furniture with a man, and we're talking about flying across the country for the holidays. 

I never really cared for men-haters anyway.

It's different, obviously. It's better.