It was the night of the Perseid meteor shower & he had just gotten back in town. I thought it would be the perfect summer night to fall in love. They say when you wish upon a star….. Continue reading “Shooting Stars”
Tag: relationships
Confessions of a Breakup
I feel stupid. For introducing him to my mother & having her give the “son-in-law” title to another failed relationship of mine. And I feel bad for her now, too, because she was so happy for me & she really liked him. Continue reading “Confessions of a Breakup”
Through My Eyes
It hurts to be so physically closed to someone & not be able to reach them. Like, he’s just 2 levels up in the very building I’m sitting in right now. In the hallway to my break room, we literally cross paths. Every time I go in there, I swear, I can smell his cologne. Continue reading “Through My Eyes”
What’s in a Date?
I think it’s safe to say that this little dating process has been one of the best things and one of the worst things I’ve ever done. Some moments I feel absolutely empowered that I’m doing this and then there are some moments where I’m like, what the mother fuck? Continue reading “What’s in a Date?”
Good Girl vs. Bad Girl
I can not figure out definitively if I want to be a “good girl, & like all about the Lord, just full-on open up the doors to the church type girl” or if I want to be just a “balls to the wall, all the way out there, hard-core, dirty dog” with it, you know what I’m saying? Like, I can’t figure out which one I wanna do. It seems like I haven’t had much success with either of these two extremes. Last week I wrote a post that kinda kick-started my crusade for #30Datesin30Days & thus my journey to “the dark side” & me being a bad girl. Here, almost a week later I can declare that having walked along both sides the fence, neither one is working for me with regard to relationships. Continue reading “Good Girl vs. Bad Girl”
Day 1
So here, as it stands, on the eve of my self-proclaimed dating campaign, #30Datesin30Days, & I’m reconsidering this whole thing. Continue reading “Day 1”
No More Mr. Nice Guy
I’m so tired of being a good girl. And before anybody gets all up in arms, let me preface this with saying that I’ve been a good girl my whole life. Continue reading “No More Mr. Nice Guy”
Will he? Won’t he?
You’d think I would have learned the lesson by now. Continue reading “Will he? Won’t he?”
