I have a question for you. Have you ever been so astounded by the words spewing from someone’s mouth all you could do was stare?
I ask because I found an old shirt in my closet today, black, long-sleeved, low-cut, one I wore as a uniform when I used to deal cards. The shirt jogged a few memories. Namely, the last day I wore it, and my “friend” Mark told me I “dressed like a slut”.
And I want to talk about why that word pissed me off.
Maybe I’m a rarity, but I don’t care what people wear. Please…
I used to perform for a cruise line. I’m not sure what it was about cruise ships that made the dating scene so much more — I don’t know — predatory? But they did. Or maybe that’s just the sad world we live in now where women have to worry about the people who can’t compute basic respect and boundaries.
I will admit Jay, with his dark hair and expressive chestnut eyes, was gorgeous. (This is an important detail. Also, Jay wasn’t his actual name — I didn’t remember his real one. That’s how little I knew this guy.)
I’m not sure about you, but people surprise me sometimes when it comes to what they find appropriate behavior on a date. People like Will.
Will happened to be one of those unicorns who feels their “owed” something when taking a girl out.
I guess the night we went to the drive-in, Will thought I owed him a lot.
Don’t ask me why I agreed to go out with this guy. He was pleasant enough, I guess, soft-spoken, a good tipper when he came to play blackjack. We both looked like hobbits (and I love me some Samwise Gamgee). …
I have a few questions for you that have been running around the ‘ole noodle.
1.) Have you ever been ghosted before? (According to two recent studies from the Journal of Social and Personal Relationships twenty-five percent of us should be nodding our heads.)
2.) If I were to ask you what you thought about your ghosting experience, what would you tell me? The general consensus — or at least, what I used to believe, is that not only does it downright suck, it somehow automatically means you’re unworthy.
Maybe that’s why my reaction to the text I received…
This needs WAY more highlights. It's SUCH GOOD ADVICE.
But since I had enough money in my worst-case scenario fund to cover the cost of a flight, I immediately purchased a next-day ticket back to London so I could be with my family.
A few days ago, my mom and I were chilling in the backyard. We were having a nice chat when she decided to start lecturing me about using marijuana every day. The way she put it was, “I didn’t raise you to be a stoner.” I remember the words exactly because they frustrated me so much.
Now, I don’t blame my mom for not understanding marijuana. I love my mom. She’s an amazing person, but like many parents and their kids, she disagrees with how I do things sometimes. I also don’t blame anyone else who might be wary of…
I'M SCREAMING LMAO "BUT TODAY WE TAKE TIME OUT TO SEE IF WE CAN PUT A STRAW SADDLE ON YOUR LADYBUG" LMAOOOOOOOOO"
Not bad, right? It passes. Not great. But definitely not terrible.
I’m gonna start this story off with a newsflash: Having sex with your ex is a terrible idea. Actually, I’ll rephrase. Having sex with your ex if you haven’t asked yourself, “am I sure I know what I’m doing?” is a terrible idea.
Or at least for me it was.
So stupid. I have too many regrets for the page about having sex with my ex-husband, and one very good reason why I don’t regret what I did at all. And I’d like to talk about that, but first, the dirt.
Like many bad decisions (or at least the ones…
My dad is a millionaire. I’m not. It’s not a big deal. Dad is still Dad.
I won’t lie, though, being the adult child of a wealthy parent is a difficult relationship to navigate sometimes. Especially when you’re trying to show your parent you aren’t here for a paycheck, but their time, and friendship. Or at least, for me, it used to be. I always worried money would come between the two of us. Luckily, minds and relationships can change, which I learned the last time I took a trip to visit my dad.
It’s a weird thought to be…