I think maybe the greatest misconception among my readers is that I have my shit together. I do not. My house is usually a mess, I own 17 pairs of safety glasses but can never find any of them, and I recently turned down a date with a guy because his couch was ugly. There was a picture of it on Facebook. He just wasn’t right for me, it never would have worked. I just don’t see myself with someone who owns a velour puffy couch.