However, let me be so brash to say that you are right now, at this moment, exactly where you need to be.

And half of that 3% is stealing from their company. And in no time someone will call your name across the loud speaker to tell you where you can be found. If you grew up going to church, at some point in your .

You need to own, hone, refine, and define what I call your . While going through a quarter life crisis will make you feel crazy and slightly petrified– a quarter life crisis still might be the best thing to ever happen to you. Reckless drinking and reckless flirting have a direct correlation. If you grew up with faith as a central part of your life, at some point in your 20s faith might move to the outskirts of town next to the trailer park and three-legged squirrel refuge. Being twentysomething can feel like death by unmet expectations.

When he mentioned that he still lived at home, I felt a wicked frisson shoot down my cradle-snatching spine. 'I've never had a serious girlfriend,' he admitted. That's why we all use dating sites.' 'What would your friends say about you being out on a date with an older woman?

' 'It would be a big mark in my favour,' he grinned. ) He explained that he had divorced his wife the previous year and was attempting to open a new chapter in his life. He had texted me to say that he would get there a few minutes early, 'so that you won't have to wait and have people wonder what an attractive woman is doing alone in a hotel bar'. He sent another text moments before I arrived, saying he was sitting by the window in a darkblue blazer and light-blue shirt. I spotted him right away; he was even more handsome than in his photos, and exuded a collegiate air.

He soon began to doubt my identity, demanding to know what I 'really looked like'. I felt an almost constant urge to be looking to see who had been viewing or messaging me; to be checking the mobile for something from my conquests (I use that word with irony) and, if possible, indulge in lengthy, risqué texting sessions, sometimes into the small hours, with any who were around.

Everything was built on shifting sand, nothing was solid or reliable or entirely real.

He was waiting for me in my local London pub, The Bells, in his tight jeans, T-shirt and trainers, looking a little apprehensive. By and large he wasn't interested in girls of his own age.

He offered to buy me a drink but that didn't seem right, so I went to the bar and got my own glass of wine. 'All they want to talk about is The X Factor and the latest celebrity gossip. Many would say the age gap between us was absurd, but I don't think either of us thought about it for a second.

Get rid of it before it smells up your entire holiday. All job listings on Craigslist lead you to a warehouse in downtown LA “ while all your friends seem to be blessed with 2.4 kids and that blazing white-picket-fence shining with the glory of Jesus Christ himself. All those amazing college friends you swore you’d never lose contact with after college yeah, well, you might lose contact.