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My mom welcomed me into the real world today. I was complaining about how I don't have a social life because of my job. I don't like the thought of growing up.

I never have actually. When I got my period when I was 13, I cried. I didn't want it. I was uncomfortable, and my mother welcoming me into womanhood didn't make things better.

I see the women around my job, and all they do is work and attend to their children. I know I'm not ready to be a mother when I am appauled by their lack of lives, due to their family. Maybe some day I'll be ready to give up my social life for children, but I'm sure as hell not ready for it yet.

After taking a poll on the Readers Digest website, about how you would prefer to destress after a hard day, I asked my friend Betty, mother of two, what she would prefer, sex or a hot bath. She answered "a hot bath". I was shocked. Sure, a hot bath is nice, but to choose it over sex? I couldn't imagine. When exactly does this happen in the aging process? I hope I never choose a hot bath over sex.

Jen's and my suggestion to her was that you could have both at the same time. But maybe I think that's the best idea because I'm 21, not a mother, and refuse to grow up.