Holly Finigan has joined the staff of Mahon About Town to write a weekly column on life as a single woman on Nantucket. Holly graduated from the University of New Hampshire in 2005 with a bachelors in journalism, which has so far turned out to be a career in bartending. She has spent the past four summers working at various Nantucket restaurants, traveling
during the off-season to the U.S. Virgin Islands and New Zealand. She can be found galavanting around town with her girlfriends, or you can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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THE REAL WORLD: Nantucket
“I put her number in my phone as ‘do not answer,'” he said with a smirk. “I’ll probably still pick up after a couple of drinks, but at least it’s a heads up to myself.”
Nantucket is chock full of popped collars, Lacoste polos, Jack Rogers, whale pants, madras blazers, and enough good looking people to fill the Christmas issue of a J. Crew catalog. Unfortunately, when you put that many genetically blessed people on one small 7 by 14 mile island, you get more drama than the first season of Gossip Girl.
Torrid love affairs, questionable pregnancies, one night stands that turn into three year secret relationships, bizarre broken engagements, estranged husbands and a plethora of desperate housewives abound on this island. And while others judge that Nantucket is by no means “the real world,” this rock holds more late night stories and secrets than it probably should.
Even though many of us still answer all those calls that we tell ourselves we won’t, it’s what makes this island go round. It’s exactly those calls that keep us here, thirty miles out to sea.
On Nantucket, you make your own bed. But more often than not, you choose to lay in someone elses.