y college friends can confirm: I’m a fan of the Truth or Dare. Every party, somewhere around beer #500, I’d get that crazed look in my eye that said it was time for some good old-fashioned confessions. (Actually, my game of choice was “I Never...”, which is really just a college variant of the same, much like blogging is the post-college variant, much like “personal essay” is the professional variant.) So you can imagine my excitement to receive “PAJAMA PARTIES: TRUTH OR DARE,” an instructional kit for playing the game (including tips on the best pajama party ever, all of it written by “Kylie Foxx,” a pen name if ever there were one). It arrived at work as part of a promotional package for Sleepover—a film starring not Lindsay Lohan but someone who meant to pass for Lindsay Lohan—a package that included melon sorbet foot lotion and strawberry bath salt that spilled. My office now smells like a giant Jolly Rancher.

Anyway, as I’ve had trouble coming up with topics for ye olde Sarahhepola.com of late, it seemed a good opportunity to crack open the cards and dive straight into some adolescent soul-scouring. Each Thursday, I’ll sincerely answer a TRUTH question, selected randomly from the deck. Ready? Let’s go.

You’ve just met the love of your life—he’s cute and sweet and he even gets along with your cat. There’s just one catch: He’s asked you never to see or speak to your friends again. What do you do?

(I didn’t say the questions were good.)

Umm, I would break up with him. That’s ridiculous.

By the way, the second installment in the Choose-My-Own Adventure series is up today. Don't forget to vote.