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What do all of these have in common? Well, they either went on a date with me or.. . um… kissed me. The German you now know the story of, but there were other boys before him, and between the times I saw him. While Chris was unavailable due to flying, I continued to Tinder. It was more for company than anything else, and to meet new people. Luckily, I got some pretty great stories out of it. I will first start with the Australian, who, as unmemorable as he is, warrants a full post just for the simple reason…
I don’t want to end this story because it was much to beautiful to close the book. But, I have to be a realist sometime. I can’t always be the dreamer. I fell in love with Chris the way that only movies dictate. I didn’t believe it was possible to care so much about a human being that fast. But it is. And even though now we slowly stopped speaking. Even though it may have meant way less to him. I will never look back on my time in Vienna and think that…
The next time I saw Chris, he met up with Rachel and I at 1516 (an expat bar off stephensplatz) after Rachel and I had one too many drinks. To be honest, I don’t think either of us remember getting there. I do, however, remember how amazing those potato wedges with cheese and ranch were. Or maybe I was just drunk and excited about the prospect of ranch in Europe. But I digress… We sit at a small table and talk and laugh and Chris eats some food. When it’s time to leave, Chris…
“I think he really messed me up,” I say, avoiding his eyes. “I didn’t want to say anything but you have. You weren’t like this before him. He did a number on you.” Sometimes, it takes someone reflecting a truth back at you to realize how much it really is true. Sure, I’ve noticed, but until I heard it repeated back at me, I had no idea how big of a difference it was. I’m not that girl anymore. I’m not the optimistic girl who thought…
I’ve been reluctant to write about the German. Part of me felt like as soon as I did, then that was it. I’d just be writing a memory. And I didn’t want him to be a memory for everyone to read about. I wanted him to be real. I wanted those days to stay fresh in my head. I wanted them to be a comfort when I was having the constant Vienna withdrawals I’d been having lately. But I can’t keep him in my head forever. He’s…
I’ve been in a mood, a funk. I don’t know how to get out of it. I don’t even know how it started. You see, I’m the kind of person who, when something is really bothering me, I tend to make other things a big deal so people focus on what I want them to, not what is actually bothering me. It’s really easy to do, and for the most part it works. But I’m just feeling kind of down, and I need to write. So here I…
There are many things that I’ve taken for granted in life. Being able to travel is never one of them. Being able to hop on a plane and visit with a good friend and his brother for 36 hours was such a perfect way to spend a weekend. We started our Saturday with bottomless mimosas for two hours. Then we spent the day at Govenors Ball festival. I even ran into a friend from high school. It had been almost ten years since I’ve seen Addie. I’m such a lucky girl! Something I’…
The thing I love most about writing is it gives me the opportunity to express myself in ways I can never say aloud. While some people may have opinions of how they interpret said writing, they don’t know what the truth is. I received a comment on my last post, one that got me thinking. There are always people on the outside looking in. Always people who have one side and think they know the truth. While I don’t blame them for not understanding, they can’t fully understand without both sides. They see what…
I’m not very good at betting. I’m not very good at choosing the right guys. I think we all know that by now. I choose guys I think I can fix. I choose guys who are broken. So when I consciously chose a guy who didn’t seem broken, I thought maybe things would be different. But alas, I was wrong once again. The thing is, I’m not upset. I’ve grown to expect this kind of thing. I’m more… Disappointed. Not for myself, but for people in general…
I’ve had a very short track record so far with guys this year. I made myself a promise, a resolution, that I would not get a boyfriend in 2015. I’ve done a pretty great job at keeping my distance with all the guys I have dated thus far. I was kind of a one and done girl. No one really made it to date #2. And definitely not date #3. That is, until the Swede. I’ve always loved other cultures, so it’s not surprising that when Joachim and I went on our…
