Dear diary, You can’t force love. I’ve tried. Well maybe not love, but a crush. I wanted desperately for our meet-cute to be my story, our story. Have you ever forced a door opened and gotten in? I have. Have you ever forced a friend to go to a Tuesday happy hour because “why the hell not?” Guilty again. …
I gave up dating for Lent. Truth be told, it was a conservative sacrifice but ultimately it has led to some interesting observations. I’ve had some enlightening moments, some dark moments, and some really bland ones that I’ve made sure to capture over the past ~35 days.
DFMOS become MO’s with anyone above 6’0 who keeps your attention long enough to buy you that Blue Moon and hand it to you while it’s still icy. That’s exactly what Scott did for me. He passed me a drink, I was hot, it was cold, and I was hooked.
Darrin and I met in the fall…then he ghosted, hard. I wish I could say that the story ends with me forgetting about Darrin and then finding myself while on a hike somewhere remote yet Instagram-friendly.
Last night I watched You’ve Got Mail for the 14th time this year and found a trend in my dating habits. My dating life has consisted of the following: a couple meet-cutes, way too many DFMOs, and a handful of serious relationships.
It was my second Bumble date and he was an oral surgeon. All of his pictures were of his thick eyelashes and scrubs and I was hooked. As soon as I walked up to the quaint Italian restaurant on 14th I could see a familiar face, but this person was my height, not the majestic 6’1 I had been promised.
and didn’t offer it to anyone around me. Despite the fact that I didn’t want any of it. But I didn’t want anyone else to have it. …that’s like love, right?