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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…
Sometimes, the world makes no sense. I’ve had a theory for the longest time that there are two kinds of people in this world. You’re either a London person or a Paris person. I have always been a Paris person. Paris is the city of love, of hope, of beauty. Paris has been a place that has always felt like a slice of home away from home. She whispers, a city of soft and small buildings, telling you her secrets along the Seine, in the crevices of the cobblestone, in the names on the love lock…
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…
“I just want to feel numb,” I tell her. She stops typing and looks up at me, her eyes kind with worry. “That’s a normal thing to be feeling. You’re going through a lot.” I nod, though it is weak, and take a deep breath. This is only the second time I’ve seen my doctor, Jan*, and I already know she gets it. She wants me to feel better. She prods about other situations in my life and acknowledges them as heavy, heavier than I’ve let on, even…
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…
I was wrong about Matt. Just like I was wrong about Ryan. Just like I’ve been wrong about every guy since Jason and I called it quits. I have this idea in my head that things will suddenly just fall into place. But life has not been that kind to me. My life hardly makes sense to myself anymore. I want to believe that there are guys out there who are legitimately nice guys. I really do. But I feel like all I do is get led on. All I do is hear false promises. When will it…
