I've decided to give this a shot once again, and its not because my adoring fans are asking for more which they aren't. I've decided I know shit piss dick about love and I'm not afraid of it anymore. There are no rules and if there are they are 100% made to be broken. So all you lonelies out there playing by some playbook put it down and go look for dance partner, movie buddy, pint friend or whatever you want to call them but call them and don't wait 3 days to call them back again if you liked them, fucking just call them.
Now that I got that out of my system. Lets get back to nitty gritty. I started this back when I was naively out of relationship that took a lot out of me and blindly fell for someone who maybe didn't feel exactly the way I did for him. After all that I went on a lot of dates, a lot of people who had potential but fell short because of the dating game. Then, I moved and I started writing about my new relationship which was falling in love with a new city and making friendships and how being a transplant is really hard.
Finally, I promised to date 52 guys and I DID...Not.
When I moved here I wanted to find a friend someone who understood me and could watch marathons of series with me, who wanted to go out dancing, party, have a good time. Someone who liked nice cooked meals but wouldn't mind getting a drink on a Tuesday night. I have found that, and things are not 100% perfect because nothing in life really is. Things get messy, complicated and people fight and sometimes you hate each other but at the end of the day I know that while I'm a transplant in a newish town, I have that person to go home to.
I know I said I wanted my soul mate but what the fuck do I know. Are there even soul mates? The people I dated in my past I wanted so badly to mold them I wanted to make them into something they weren't. I romanticized relationships and made things into what I wanted them to be. No, I'm not a sociopath and yes, sure I run into head first into things but isn't that what life is. Life is a series of risks and if you just sit there not taking any, don't you just let life pass you by. At 27 years old I know I haven't hardly taken all the risks but when it comes to people I love, friendships, relationships I risk everything. I put it all on the table. Its there for the taking.
I got to thinking about this blog today, when a friend approached me and told me what she was going through. I thought to myself, I want to console her and tell her it gets better. Wounds become scars and even scars fade. Yes, right now it feels terrible it feels like blood is gushing everywhere and you are going to bleed out but you won't. You'll pick yourself up and put on a band-aid because that's the best you can do, even when you are oozing blood and guess what you won't die. You'll feel the pain and there will be days you feel good and others where you just want to shut the whole world out but it gets better with time. It hurts because when you fall in love, you let yourself be vulnerable with that person assuming and naively thinking they won't hurt you, you're untouchable. Then when they turn around and tell you its over, you feel out of control, confused, overwhelmed, "How could they do this?", they almost gave you an unspoken promise and broke it. Nothing is certain. Nothing is 100% guarantee, and one day maybe it'll be you on the other side saying, "its not working out".
So with all this uncertainty, the idea that there isn't a perfect someone out there, and blood everywhere, how do I stay optimistic? How do I keep a level head and not romanticize it all? I do, to a certain point believe in the idea of living coexisting in someones life, being part of that brief history of them. That's all you can do. One day you'll find someone who wants you to be part of their story. It may be not clear, it might be complicated, messy, but its your story with them and at the end of the day that's what you want. You want to be a character in someones story.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Thursday, July 11, 2013
My Body is a Wonderland
This Blog has been used to talk about my relationship with friends, lovers, and etc. One of the topics I have never touched on is my relationship I have with food or better yet with my body. I don't believe in discipline or rules, I don't believe in rigorous exercise or dieting and I love food. I sometimes do things in excess and binge on food and alcohol. Perhaps, its not the healthy lifestyle, especially coming from someone that is in short, Vain.
I do like looking pretty and it is rare I will leave my house without doing my make up and hair. Anyone, that knows me, knows that if I'm in "casual" attire something has happened. I'm not going to sit here and say Austin has changed me but in a way it has. I do support local, try to be more active and of course spend more time in the sun. The last year I have battled with adult acne and I have been taking accutane for the last 3 months. I also have hypothyroidism which means it is very hard for me to maintain a certain weight and much less lose weight. These are not excuses just facts.
In the latest craze I've decided to "juice". No, not fasting nor doing it in excess. I did go home and bring back the equivalent of 1 week worth of juice. I drink 2 to 3 juices a day and have one light meal, which I have felt less bloated and have lost weight rather quickly following this diet alone.
Going back to the vanity bit. I'm 26 and I can see little wrinkles forming in places they weren't before, I cried when I saw my first strand of grey hair, and due to my condition and age I know exercise alone does not cut it. I need a lifestyle change which is hard as I love pizza, beer, and fried food just like any other American.
So, now comes my relationship with my body. As you may know my relationships in general are passionate, intense, and uncompromised of rules. Same thing goes for my relationship with my body. There are weeks where I am very kind and treat correctly, balanced diet, no drinking, exercising. Then, there are weeks where I eat like a trash can and fill it with fast food, beer, alcohol in excess, and no exercise, because honestly I hate going to the gym. Its easy to live this kind of life of excess and not take the time to eat right and exercise, this why we have so many fat Americans. The reason I am not 300 lbs is my vanity. I would never want to wear a size 10 or have to buy a large shirt, especially since I am 5ft tall. Also, I don't like eating and spending crazy amounts on food that isn't good for me. I am also very impatient and like everyone else is looking for quick fix and easy solution. I haven't found the cure all or do I even believe I can embark in a long term journey with being a health guru but what I do want to promise my readers is this, I want to do an extreme diet and see if it works. I want to break through all the myths and the faux pas and really see if this shit actually works. The juicing thing true believer, expensive but really is good for you and yes if you fast I'm sure you can really lose weight.
My next big feat is this diet I found online. Its a 7 day diet that promises you to lose 10-17 lbs. Am I skeptic, Yes. Am I going to do it to the T, I'm going to try. You can't be skeptic and sit on the sidelines you have to be out there in the game.
I'm not going to give the full details of the diet in this post. Instead, I'm going to give you a daily breakdown of what the diet consists of, the rational behind it, how I felt on that particular day, what I ate, how much it cost, and my feelings on the following day.
I know extreme dieting isn't healthy but its a quick way to get a jump start on a lifestyle change.
I do like looking pretty and it is rare I will leave my house without doing my make up and hair. Anyone, that knows me, knows that if I'm in "casual" attire something has happened. I'm not going to sit here and say Austin has changed me but in a way it has. I do support local, try to be more active and of course spend more time in the sun. The last year I have battled with adult acne and I have been taking accutane for the last 3 months. I also have hypothyroidism which means it is very hard for me to maintain a certain weight and much less lose weight. These are not excuses just facts.
In the latest craze I've decided to "juice". No, not fasting nor doing it in excess. I did go home and bring back the equivalent of 1 week worth of juice. I drink 2 to 3 juices a day and have one light meal, which I have felt less bloated and have lost weight rather quickly following this diet alone.
Going back to the vanity bit. I'm 26 and I can see little wrinkles forming in places they weren't before, I cried when I saw my first strand of grey hair, and due to my condition and age I know exercise alone does not cut it. I need a lifestyle change which is hard as I love pizza, beer, and fried food just like any other American.
So, now comes my relationship with my body. As you may know my relationships in general are passionate, intense, and uncompromised of rules. Same thing goes for my relationship with my body. There are weeks where I am very kind and treat correctly, balanced diet, no drinking, exercising. Then, there are weeks where I eat like a trash can and fill it with fast food, beer, alcohol in excess, and no exercise, because honestly I hate going to the gym. Its easy to live this kind of life of excess and not take the time to eat right and exercise, this why we have so many fat Americans. The reason I am not 300 lbs is my vanity. I would never want to wear a size 10 or have to buy a large shirt, especially since I am 5ft tall. Also, I don't like eating and spending crazy amounts on food that isn't good for me. I am also very impatient and like everyone else is looking for quick fix and easy solution. I haven't found the cure all or do I even believe I can embark in a long term journey with being a health guru but what I do want to promise my readers is this, I want to do an extreme diet and see if it works. I want to break through all the myths and the faux pas and really see if this shit actually works. The juicing thing true believer, expensive but really is good for you and yes if you fast I'm sure you can really lose weight.
My next big feat is this diet I found online. Its a 7 day diet that promises you to lose 10-17 lbs. Am I skeptic, Yes. Am I going to do it to the T, I'm going to try. You can't be skeptic and sit on the sidelines you have to be out there in the game.
I'm not going to give the full details of the diet in this post. Instead, I'm going to give you a daily breakdown of what the diet consists of, the rational behind it, how I felt on that particular day, what I ate, how much it cost, and my feelings on the following day.
I know extreme dieting isn't healthy but its a quick way to get a jump start on a lifestyle change.
Happy dieting!
Sunday, January 13, 2013
The Year Of The Boot
So, this whole time I thought I'd Carrie Bradshaw my way through a blog and meet interesting charismatic fellows and live this glamorous lifestyle and wear $500 shoes. Reality check! If you have a blog seriously like 12 people read it and I'd like to thank those that do take the time to read my crazy rants about life.
In all fairness, life isn't like Sex and the City. I own $20 shoes from target and I eat Taco Bell on a good day. My glamorous nights out include me going to local dive bar Barbarella's and dancing my face off with some sweaty stranger. I guess this would make for a more interesting Sex and The City, where hot dogs are considered fine dining and everyone is trying to be indie and hip.
I promised myself in 2013 I'd date more and write about it and live day by day and no more crazy Filofax planners with incomprehensible writing. So, I came up with this plan, probably drunk, about how I'm statistically single so if I have a larger pool I'd be able to find a match. I called this crazy social experiment Das Boot, basically test subject (person I'm dating) has a week to show signs of attraction and after the week is up if no chemistry or spark or ignition has flared they get, 'das boot'. So catastrophically speaking I date 52 guys, best case scenario I find someone.
So, with that being said let the year of Das Boot commence because no one is going to say Ximena you just didn't put your best forward because my response will be a "these boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots will walk all over you" translation I don't have a pair of $500 Manolo Blahnik but I do have boots.
In all fairness, life isn't like Sex and the City. I own $20 shoes from target and I eat Taco Bell on a good day. My glamorous nights out include me going to local dive bar Barbarella's and dancing my face off with some sweaty stranger. I guess this would make for a more interesting Sex and The City, where hot dogs are considered fine dining and everyone is trying to be indie and hip.
I promised myself in 2013 I'd date more and write about it and live day by day and no more crazy Filofax planners with incomprehensible writing. So, I came up with this plan, probably drunk, about how I'm statistically single so if I have a larger pool I'd be able to find a match. I called this crazy social experiment Das Boot, basically test subject (person I'm dating) has a week to show signs of attraction and after the week is up if no chemistry or spark or ignition has flared they get, 'das boot'. So catastrophically speaking I date 52 guys, best case scenario I find someone.
So, with that being said let the year of Das Boot commence because no one is going to say Ximena you just didn't put your best forward because my response will be a "these boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots will walk all over you" translation I don't have a pair of $500 Manolo Blahnik but I do have boots.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
The Dating Games
I started reading some old posts to get some inspiration for some new ones. The 2 favorites have always been Single and Looking...Just Single and Welcome To The Dark Side. I have often found these to be my security blankets of this blog. They speak volumes of what I've been through in the last several years without sounding like an overplayed record. Yes, drunk debauchery and lots of single dates that went nowhere. I still write about the same things which brings me to the conclusion that perhaps I haven't changed very much in the last few years and I am stuck in this rut because I refuse to change. I continue to face the situations much like a crazy person trying the same thing time and time again expecting different results. The girl who wrote those two posts was very clear, concise and optimistic.
In Single and Looking..Just Single, I write about not finding Prince Charming because he probably wears too much cologne but maybe I should be thinking about how I need to be less pushy, less available and more willing to date outside my normal "type" which is obviously not Prince Charming because I've never really been into clean cut types but more artistic fellows, someone rough around the edges who I can clean up if the time is right, and what is this DIY project fascination with guys, at this point I should be installing window treatments, not fixing a guys. This is the reason I am perhaps single and another thing I keep dating these guys who are completely unavailable and I don't mean they're married but they're emotionally unavailable. I keep dating guys who I assume one day will wake up and say "Oh, I am ready to be in a committed relationship" instead of dating guys who are already there. There are guys out there that think, "Hey, I really want a girlfriend." Those are the guys I should be dating, those are the guys, I should be seeking but no, of course not I like the ones that are the "challenge" and that's just the reason I am still here writing this blog and sitting at home shaking my fist at the world (couples, mainly). Have I become a little cynical? Yes. Everyday that passes and get closer to being a spinster, do I get a little sad? Yes. Will I give up on my quest to find the guy who finds this and I mean all of this attractive and doesn't go running for the hills? Probably not but for now I am glad I don't believe I am in self-sabotage mode. I know I probably have a few more years of heartache and maybe then I'll throw in the towel and go into spinsterhood but until then let the dating games begin, and may the odds be in my favor (damn,statistics).
An update on my 30 challenge is upon us.
In Single and Looking..Just Single, I write about not finding Prince Charming because he probably wears too much cologne but maybe I should be thinking about how I need to be less pushy, less available and more willing to date outside my normal "type" which is obviously not Prince Charming because I've never really been into clean cut types but more artistic fellows, someone rough around the edges who I can clean up if the time is right, and what is this DIY project fascination with guys, at this point I should be installing window treatments, not fixing a guys. This is the reason I am perhaps single and another thing I keep dating these guys who are completely unavailable and I don't mean they're married but they're emotionally unavailable. I keep dating guys who I assume one day will wake up and say "Oh, I am ready to be in a committed relationship" instead of dating guys who are already there. There are guys out there that think, "Hey, I really want a girlfriend." Those are the guys I should be dating, those are the guys, I should be seeking but no, of course not I like the ones that are the "challenge" and that's just the reason I am still here writing this blog and sitting at home shaking my fist at the world (couples, mainly). Have I become a little cynical? Yes. Everyday that passes and get closer to being a spinster, do I get a little sad? Yes. Will I give up on my quest to find the guy who finds this and I mean all of this attractive and doesn't go running for the hills? Probably not but for now I am glad I don't believe I am in self-sabotage mode. I know I probably have a few more years of heartache and maybe then I'll throw in the towel and go into spinsterhood but until then let the dating games begin, and may the odds be in my favor (damn,statistics).
An update on my 30 challenge is upon us.
Friday, August 3, 2012
30 days.
Well, I know you guys are used to reading my rants about relationships, how hard they are, how I've overcome them, and the losers I've dated briefly. Don't worry this will be in here too but for now, I want to challenge myself in a different way. I want to change my appearance from the inside out.
Goal
I will be reading a book a week, running at least a mile a day, perhaps doing a physical activity (roller blading, rock climbing, segway, dancing, etc.), and of course cutting all junk food and carbonated beverages yes, this includes beer. So for the 4 weeks, I will tell you exactly what I have read, done, perhaps even eaten. Every few days I will post something which has either proven to be a challenge or something I have learned basically I will be creating a live journal through the next 30 days.About Myself
If you know anything about me is how much I hate to exercise and how much I love to eat, so that in itself will prove challenging. Why are you doing this?The answer is simple: now, I feel is the time to focus on me. I have focused a lot of attention on other people over the years. I also think it might make me overcome some of my self doubt and make me feel more confidant.Readers/Followers if you would...
If you guys want to help me in the next 30 days please be sure to post comments and if you have any ideas of great healthy meals, activities, or books I should be reading please make sure to comment. Without you this will be a greater challenge, you guys are the reason I continue to do this.
Thank you everyone and happy reading.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Adjustment
I am a chronically bad dater. Well, that's obvious. If I had a good relationship I would have a blog called: "In a relationship: stereotypical stories of an awesome couple." Instead, I have this, which in fact can be fun. Sometimes, I get down on myself and I say I can't do this anymore. I am just going to quit and face the fact that I am going to be alone forever with my cat. Which wouldn't be much of blog but I guess that one would be called: "Super SINGLE: Stereotypical stories of my awesome cat".
On that note, I guess I will share my latest nugget of bad graces. Moving to a new city is rough. You have a new job, you have to find new hang out spots, find new friends, face new weather, adapt, to sum it up. I have done it rather gracefully here in Austin. I've found some nice hang out spots and have made new friends and have actually actively dated more than any other place I have lived. On that note I have dated some winners (not). The latest was a guy who I thought I had stuff in common just ran for the hills. Like literally FREAKED THE FUCK OUT! I don't mean that lightly. We had pretty amazing dates that were working out and just being an insecure wreck that I am; I found myself asking him a very simple question which then internalized a tangent of other questions. You are probably thinking, what did this demonic girl ask this poor sensitive boy? Well, I asked him this, "what do you think of me?" which he answered with "I like you" without missing a beat which I pondered and asked "In what way.." knowing exactly what he was going to answer but instead I went snowballing a very simple question into something much more which caused a confusing state of awkwardness between me and this guy. Killing any chances of going out with him which sucks because well A. he liked me and B. he was really nice, which is much more than any other guy I have dated in the city.
I think I have put myself in the same situation time and time again, perhaps I am not ready to be in a relationship? Maybe, I put myself in these predicaments because I want to self-sabotage the situation. I'm not saying that I don't like the attention guys normally show me. I am not saying that I don't like going on these dates and getting to know these boys and for them to get to know me a little better. I'm not saying that but first dates are always weird, they're a weird mix of interview/bragging which I can never nail. I can also say this, right now its a time of adjustment. I just moved to this city. These are all silly excuses but if the the right guy walks into my life, I'm not going to ruin it by my sincere insecurities. For now, I'll enjoy the many things Austin has to offer. I am not too worried about the dating scene as it really is easy for me here. Yes, I have a soul and yes, I was a little crushed yesterday when this happened. I do have a lot of emotions and get sad, upset and all girlie from time to time but every time this happens it becomes easier. I know that something better will come and I also know that I will know it in my bones when it comes my way. Every bit of rejection makes me stronger and every guy that runs from something good isn't worth holding on to. The right guy will come when I am least expecting it and will fight and show me that we belong together and not freak the fuck out. On that note, Single and Looking will continue to be the place I post more heinous stories about bad dates, dating advice, and anything else weird.
On that note, I guess I will share my latest nugget of bad graces. Moving to a new city is rough. You have a new job, you have to find new hang out spots, find new friends, face new weather, adapt, to sum it up. I have done it rather gracefully here in Austin. I've found some nice hang out spots and have made new friends and have actually actively dated more than any other place I have lived. On that note I have dated some winners (not). The latest was a guy who I thought I had stuff in common just ran for the hills. Like literally FREAKED THE FUCK OUT! I don't mean that lightly. We had pretty amazing dates that were working out and just being an insecure wreck that I am; I found myself asking him a very simple question which then internalized a tangent of other questions. You are probably thinking, what did this demonic girl ask this poor sensitive boy? Well, I asked him this, "what do you think of me?" which he answered with "I like you" without missing a beat which I pondered and asked "In what way.." knowing exactly what he was going to answer but instead I went snowballing a very simple question into something much more which caused a confusing state of awkwardness between me and this guy. Killing any chances of going out with him which sucks because well A. he liked me and B. he was really nice, which is much more than any other guy I have dated in the city.
I think I have put myself in the same situation time and time again, perhaps I am not ready to be in a relationship? Maybe, I put myself in these predicaments because I want to self-sabotage the situation. I'm not saying that I don't like the attention guys normally show me. I am not saying that I don't like going on these dates and getting to know these boys and for them to get to know me a little better. I'm not saying that but first dates are always weird, they're a weird mix of interview/bragging which I can never nail. I can also say this, right now its a time of adjustment. I just moved to this city. These are all silly excuses but if the the right guy walks into my life, I'm not going to ruin it by my sincere insecurities. For now, I'll enjoy the many things Austin has to offer. I am not too worried about the dating scene as it really is easy for me here. Yes, I have a soul and yes, I was a little crushed yesterday when this happened. I do have a lot of emotions and get sad, upset and all girlie from time to time but every time this happens it becomes easier. I know that something better will come and I also know that I will know it in my bones when it comes my way. Every bit of rejection makes me stronger and every guy that runs from something good isn't worth holding on to. The right guy will come when I am least expecting it and will fight and show me that we belong together and not freak the fuck out. On that note, Single and Looking will continue to be the place I post more heinous stories about bad dates, dating advice, and anything else weird.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Story Time
I have always given you honest blog posts of what is going on in my life and its not like lately I haven't given you honesty or have deviated from where I started but I have perhaps been vague. The themes have become the story rather than the story being the story. In other words, I think its time to participate in Ximena story time which is always a way of saying something fucked up happened to me so listen to this everyone you will learn a lesson.
I went on date with this guy named, Mike. Mike was someone that I met online, (nothing wrong with that by the way). Mike was a nerdy dude in his late 20s who was probably looking for a serious something or another. I'm mostly on dating sites to make friends and I am very clear about my intentions. That's a different theme I'll touch on later. Back to the story I should have known from the first meeting that I should probably not see this guy, leading someone on is wrong (yet another theme I'd like to cover later) but I did anyway. I finally met him a second time around. The second time around we met a group of people that were sitting at a table next to us (2 guys and a girl). They were obviously drunk, funny, hipsters and thought while my date is lame this table is actually a whole lot of fun. I made friends and started just having a friendly discussion. My date Mike seemed uncomfortable and I shifted my body to face this table. I stopped looking at Mike and concentrated on my new acquired friends (I know, not cool). I actually started to think the guy next to me (Cody) was very good looking and my conversation continued with this guy for a while, less on my date, less with the other 2 and more and more with this pedicab driver. The other 2 at the table said they had to leave and I was left with Mike and Cody, at this point I excused myself went to the bathroom and when I returned no one was at the table. I saw Cody getting on his bike and refusing to make eye contact. I saw Mike, beside himself standing like a proud peacock. He apparently told pedicab guy to back off and to stop talking to me etc. (jealous bastard = unattractive jerkface).
A few days later I see pedicab guy at my job and I say hello. He stopped by 5 times in the 2 days. I was thrilled, hot,hipster pedicab guy driver wasn't just a drunk talking to me. In the mean time I told Mike to go fly a kite and I was proud of myself for doing such an honest thing. We didn't have anything in common and he's right, I held more of connection with pedicab guy.
This is the part I believe in karma. Cody asked for my number and to hang out. We hung out, we had a beer, we went "dancing" and then I went home. I haven't heard from him.
Points I'm trying to make:
1. Online dating is for everyone especially if you just moved to a new city
2. Always trust your gut and there is no need for second chances if your heart doesn't sing move on
3. Meeting someone at a bar does not equal a soul mate
4. Guys stop playing by stupid rules and text a girl when she texts you its stupid to play coy
5. Girls stop worrying if a guy is gonna text you who gives a shit
6. Don't over step boundaries
7. If you are not feeling it, tell the other party involved and don't just ignore it. Closure is important.
8. Dancing is important
9. Jealousy is not sexy
10. Words of wisdom from Zach Jacob resonate when I meet assholes..."Fuck that guy." are words to live by.
I like my adventures in single-hood. I'll take a weird night over a normal night and perhaps I'm not the best judge in character. I care too much what others think and I believe in karma. That's all from one little short story, bring it J.D. Salinger!
I went on date with this guy named, Mike. Mike was someone that I met online, (nothing wrong with that by the way). Mike was a nerdy dude in his late 20s who was probably looking for a serious something or another. I'm mostly on dating sites to make friends and I am very clear about my intentions. That's a different theme I'll touch on later. Back to the story I should have known from the first meeting that I should probably not see this guy, leading someone on is wrong (yet another theme I'd like to cover later) but I did anyway. I finally met him a second time around. The second time around we met a group of people that were sitting at a table next to us (2 guys and a girl). They were obviously drunk, funny, hipsters and thought while my date is lame this table is actually a whole lot of fun. I made friends and started just having a friendly discussion. My date Mike seemed uncomfortable and I shifted my body to face this table. I stopped looking at Mike and concentrated on my new acquired friends (I know, not cool). I actually started to think the guy next to me (Cody) was very good looking and my conversation continued with this guy for a while, less on my date, less with the other 2 and more and more with this pedicab driver. The other 2 at the table said they had to leave and I was left with Mike and Cody, at this point I excused myself went to the bathroom and when I returned no one was at the table. I saw Cody getting on his bike and refusing to make eye contact. I saw Mike, beside himself standing like a proud peacock. He apparently told pedicab guy to back off and to stop talking to me etc. (jealous bastard = unattractive jerkface).
A few days later I see pedicab guy at my job and I say hello. He stopped by 5 times in the 2 days. I was thrilled, hot,hipster pedicab guy driver wasn't just a drunk talking to me. In the mean time I told Mike to go fly a kite and I was proud of myself for doing such an honest thing. We didn't have anything in common and he's right, I held more of connection with pedicab guy.
This is the part I believe in karma. Cody asked for my number and to hang out. We hung out, we had a beer, we went "dancing" and then I went home. I haven't heard from him.
Points I'm trying to make:
1. Online dating is for everyone especially if you just moved to a new city
2. Always trust your gut and there is no need for second chances if your heart doesn't sing move on
3. Meeting someone at a bar does not equal a soul mate
4. Guys stop playing by stupid rules and text a girl when she texts you its stupid to play coy
5. Girls stop worrying if a guy is gonna text you who gives a shit
6. Don't over step boundaries
7. If you are not feeling it, tell the other party involved and don't just ignore it. Closure is important.
8. Dancing is important
9. Jealousy is not sexy
10. Words of wisdom from Zach Jacob resonate when I meet assholes..."Fuck that guy." are words to live by.
I like my adventures in single-hood. I'll take a weird night over a normal night and perhaps I'm not the best judge in character. I care too much what others think and I believe in karma. That's all from one little short story, bring it J.D. Salinger!
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