I had THE best first date today. Like one of those first dates that make you smile when you think about it later. 🙂

Just a thought …

I’m currently browsing books at Barnes N Noble and stumbled across the “Love and Sex” section. One of the books there is titled “Her Guide to Going Down On Him”

If a single gal just stood in that section, reading that book, do you think she’d score a date? 😉

It Hit Me He’s Gone…

My first weekend not having him around me and I’m not going to lie… it was difficult. I didnt even realize it at first. Going about my Saturday with my friends, having a good time. But something just felt off. I couldnt figure it out, wasnt sure why I didn’t feel like myself.

And then around 9pm I realized… I was missing him. As tears streamed down my face I realized I was sad and I was back to being alone and single. To be close with someone for months, then in one second for them to be gone, out of your life and across the country is difficult. No one should have to go through that. It wasn’t fair for him to be that close to me and then just leave the way he did. I knew it was coming… but the emptiness I wasn’t expecting. 

I’ll be fine… I’m not worried. My mom told me to focus on the bad parts about him and stop only thinking of the good and she is absolutely right. So I’m going to try my best to do that… and move on. 

How I Feel…

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Story of my life right now…

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It’s Halloween!!

How I wish I could spend my day: sitting at a window table at Starbucks, pumpkin spice latte in my hand, head phones in playing TSwift’s Red on repeat as I people watch and dream of a winter romance. End the day in my large beautiful home passing out candy to all the kids dressed up that stop by.

How I’ll actually spend my day: work, home to my one bedroom apt, make dinner, turn on a scary movie on tv, listen to the drunk 20something year olds walking down my street dressed up and heading to the bars, go to bed, hear scary noises and think it’s a ghost and or murderer.

You Deserve Love

“You deserve love. Not just any kind of love but, like big “I think I’m going to puke if you touch me (in a good way) and regress into a 16-year-old psycho if you don’t text me back” kind of love. You deserve to feel like a sexual being and have someone around who wants to see you naked all the time and doesn’t mind that you have cellulite or that your stomach has terrifying pockets of fat because bodies are flawed and you better deal with it, bitch. You deserve to be proven wrong, to be brought back to life by someone’s kindness at a time when you thought that no one would ever love you again. The song does not remain the same. Lo and behold, the person you like actually wants to date you and now you know that you’re not the hideous monster you thought you were. Your faith has been restored. You’re lovable. You have the relationship to prove it.

You deserve to have high highs again, even if that means experiencing the occasional low. You forget the euphoria you often feel when you fall in love. You know on a certain level that it feels amazing but you forget the specifics. Like, how your life immediately becomes a stupid Taylor Swift song and your heart does somersaults over something as simple as a sweet text message or phone call. Every ounce of maturity and pride you’ve carefully cultivated over the years disappears and suddenly you’re just another person who’s fallen in love and is acting like a smitten teenager. It’s totally embarrassing but you’re too happy to care.

You deserve to do annoying couple-y things like making each other mixes, walking down the street hand-in-hand, making out in bars, and posting stupid pictures of the two of you on Facebook. Yes, everyone will hate you but, screw it, you’re in love! You’re owed this experience. You’ve never been that annoying person in a relationship, or at least you haven’t in awhile, so why not just go for it and let everyone know you’re in love?”

Source: Ryan O’Connell of Thought Catalog

“Your internet presence will suffer but who needs validation from the internet when you have a real life person giving you a scalp massage before bed every night? You deserve compassion, understanding, oral sex, long, lingering make out sessions, and spooning. You deserve to feel safe and spoken for. Most importantly, you deserve passion. Big, messy, disgusting, and beautiful passion. Having that means you’re living and loving with a capital L. You’ve unlocked the secret. You get it now. You only live once so why don’t you love a lot? Time is too precious to sit around and deny yourself this kind of romantic fulfillment. When you think of all the time you’ve wasted closing yourself off from human connection, doesn’t it make your heart sick? We were built to love. Go do your job, dammit.”

If Life Were A Movie

He would have called by now.
He would have shown up at your door with flowers and apologized.
He would be throwing pebbles at your window.
He would have wrapped his arms around you while you cried into his shoulder.

But life is not a movie… 

Everyone once in awhile…

life shines at you a little glimpse of hope. And it feels amazing.

Honeymoon Blind Dating

There comes a time in everyone’s lives when they need to give their bffs some helpful dating advice. I probably shouldn’t be giving any advice because I’m not known for my dating skills and smart decisions…but I still put my two cents in when asked.

One of of my good friends had been telling me about this guy that was consistently trying to take her out. She texted me a photo of him and said, “This guy keeps offering to fly me somewhere…he’s a pilot.” I took one look at the picture, decided he was a 8.5 easy, and told her she should go! But then she informed me she got the “player” vibe from him and she could see on his Facebook that he whisked a lot of girls away on these trips and she didn’t want to be just another travel companion. Okay, I couldn’t blame her. Makes sense. But the way I looked at it was: “You’re single, dating, might as well date a guy who can take you to Hawaii for free. And if he does end up a player and breaks your heart, hey, at least you got to go on amazing vacays. You’ll probably end up getting your heart broken anyway, might as well be from a guy you can gain some frequent flyer miles from.” Am I right, or am I right? Well…she thought I was right and told him she’d be interested to go on a trip with him.

Within 5 minutes of telling her my advice and her agreeing to give him a chance I hear my g-chat new message ding:


Friend: Um, he just asked me to send him a bikini picture.
Me: Noooo he did not. Oh eff. Game over. He’s a loser. Goodbye.
Friend: I know right? Ugg. How annoying. And I was really going to give him a chance.
Me: I just spent a good 10 minutes rooting for this guy and convincing you to give him a shot and he had to go and ruin it with the bikini question.

Guys, as soon as you start asking for pictures from a girl, girls immediately put you in the “creeper” category or the “he’s a perv and nowhere near ready to be taken seriously” category. Both categories will not get you a date or laid or whatever it is you are trying to gain from the girl.

The conversation between them just got worse from that point. He proceeded to tell her he invented “honeymoon blind dating” which is what he called asking random girls to go away with him somewhere tropical, and then informed her he has standards and the last girl he took somewhere “was getting her PHD in psychology.”

Riiiiiiight. Fair enough to say, he blew it and she won’t be going on a honeymoon blind date anytime soon. Some men just never fail to surprise us.

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