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Category: Dating
On this day, four long years ago, I was bawling like a little girl. It was the day I married my now ex-husband. I was very pregnant, and felt a sense of duty and obligation to get married since I got pregnant out of wedlock. My pregnancy hormones took over and I said, What the hell, and I got married. But, what the pictures didn’t show, was how much I didn’t want it. I stared down at the empty finger that would soon hold a ring. I was used to the bareness, the small freckle…
White pieces of paper, folded into the smallest of rectangles, begin to fill up a small jar on my nightstand. I placed this clear jar with a golden glittery heart and teal top on the stand the first of this year, and already it is starting to create a mound. The idea is, that every time something wonderful happens, no matter how small, I will write about it and stick it in the jar. All year. When it is New Year Eve again, I will open the jar and read the tiny notes inside. No matter what has happened negatively…
One year. So much change, but mostly growth. I searched for myself in the wrong ways. I searched for myself in the right ways. I searched for myself in the gray areas between. It was a year of YES. It was a year of saying, “FUCK IT. Let’s do it.” And it was a year of learning. Since I was seventeen, I have been the girl with a man beside her. While this man has changed faces many times, he was always there to scoop me up when I fell, to kiss away the tears or…
Oh man, I am in trouble. Sweet, perfect trouble. I spent the weekend in Jersey with family and the whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about (or texting) Jordan. How did I get so lucky? He says nothing but the sweetest things to me, and god, the way he looks at me. When I got back, he came over the next night and we just talked for hours and it was so perfect. I probably had a goofy grin the entire night but I honestly don’t care because he makes me so happy. I can see…
I’m not usually one with little to say, but I find myself just smiling a lot lately, unable to really form coherent sentences. Perhaps it’s just the magic of the season, or maybe it’s just magic. Whatever the case, I watch movies like Love Actually and Serendipity, and I don’t think they are crazy, I don’t want to throw up, and I actually think to myself: what a beautiful story. I don’t want to speak too soon, because I’ve put faith in people before and have…
“You’re just another 2 am,” I tell him, wondering how many times I’ve utter, or at least thought, these words over the past year. It’s a tiring concept, finding a 2 am, keeping a 2 am, not falling for a 2 am. But I’ve mastered it enough to have a couple on rotation. 2 am is the person you call when you’re drunk and lonely. 2 am is the person who gets the naked you, not the naked soul. 2 am knows barely anything about you, other than…
He was drunk the first time we met. We were supposed to have a date but he had gone out for his mom’s birthday and accidentally had too much to drink. He was going to cancel but I told him I’d pick him up anyway. This was too good of a story to pass up. I wait for a few minutes outside the restaurant. He’s being slow so I text him and tell him I’m leaving. Literally as soon as I turn the corner, he tells me he’s outside and…
The truth is, I am so sick of dating. I started writing a post about my latest dating fail, but I can’t stop thinking about how much I wish this whole dating thing was over. I just want to have a family. I don’t mean I’m ready to pop out a ton of babies – because I’m definitely not ready for more – but that feeling of family, of feeling at home with someone… that’s what I miss. But I don’t want to force anything, or settle…
It was a Saturday in August when I first met Stewart. I was standing with Burt in a circle of guys and he was across from me. I’d had a few beers, but was not drunk. He had dark hair, was slightly taller than me, and looked like he went to the gym frequently. But it was his eyes that drew me in. There was just something about them. “Who is that guy? He looks so familiar.” “I don’t know him,” Burt answered. My curiosity got the best of me and I…
This is the story of Stephen. Stephen and I crossed paths in Vienna. I hope our paths cross again someday. 🙂 I get home from Bratislava with my writer friends and Stephen and I, a guy stationed in Spain with the Navy but in Vienna by himself for the weekend (from Tinder), make a plan to meet in front of McDonalds on Stephensplatz in about an hour. I change, freshen up my make up since I’d been sweating in Bratislava all day, and head out to meet him. I decide to walk, since it’s only two stops…
