The RN: For the Love of Hoodies

I am clearly not ready to date again. For the first time in a long time, this weekend I found myself wishing I had a boyfriend. Not because I wanted the companionship. Not because I wanted the intimacy. Not even because I wanted the sex.

Doesn't have to be blue.

No, it was because I wanted to steal a hoodie or two from someone. I had to settle with borrowing my brother-in-law's hoodie for the day. No where near as awesome as "accidentally" putting his hoodie in your drawer.