
As a college freshman, determined to find my husband the same
way my older sister had — in a dormitory laundry facility — I became an
over-zealous, premature seeker of “The One.” Barely eighteen and a few weeks
into my first year of college, I thought I had found Him in my first crush. We
didn’t meet in the laundry room, but we did meet in a dorm room over orange
lines of crushed up Adderall and Natty Light-filled Solo cups, which was good
enough for me. It was love at first sight...
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