This was my college apartment in Long Beach, CA, I shit you not:
a) I had a guy live with me secretly my first year of college
b) I pretty much dated a “Ray Pruitt” type of guy
c) My mom is an overprotective cunt
d) I dated some cheesy Jewish guy who wanted to further his music career (except he’s a DJ, not a rapper, but close enough).
My only saving grace is that I lost my virginity WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY before Donna Martin, and not with the cheesy Jewish DJ.