One of my favorite exchanges from this weekend:

Paul: (looking around my apartment for the first time) … dude, how do you expect to get laid in this place?
Me: Well … I guess I don’t, really..
Paul: … … that was a rhetorical question.

One of the first things I did after The Breakup was to reclaim the apartment as my own by at least re-arranging and purging it of various things (it was that or move, and moving is the devil). One thing that became abundantly clear this weekend is that I desperately need to reconfigure it as more of a bachelor pad. Well, more generally, just as a place at which I can actually entertain. Turns out tapwater and beefjerky are not the most alluring refreshments to offer guests at your apartment. Who knew?