I thought I’d take a moment on this cloudy Sunday Funday to make a small disclaimer: I’m not as girly, shallow, or basic as my “Do NOT Text Him” series makes me sound.
Granted, I’m sipping mimosas in my favorite floral romper as I type this.
But here’s the thing: This whole list of things to do instead of texting him has kind of taken on a life of its own. It’s not even that I need things to do because all I can focus on is wanting to talk to some dumb guy, it’s just become this really fun thing for me to write about. Plus, I made a commitment to do everything I possibly could on the list (short of breaking my phone or my own limbs), and I’m always one to honor my commitments.
That being said, I do realize how extraordinarily soft the whole thing makes me sound. Especially when you top on the large number of posts I’ve already written about dating…I definitely come across far more boy crazy than I actually am.
It’s fluffy. And I do really like stuffed animals.
I suppose I shouldn’t have to flat-out say that I’m smart or ambitious or anything like that. If you follow me on any of my social media accounts (@mariercarlson), you’ve likely gathered that; however, given that a vast number of posts lately have been unreasonably shallow, I figured I’d post a reminder. After all, I have no idea who’s reading this and if “Do NOT Text Him” is all they know of my blog.
And so, I would encourage anyone who’s convinced I’m some silly bimbo who dates guys for the soul purpose of writing about it, to peruse some of the other sections of my website (specifically…cough…my portfolio…cough).
On that note, I’m going to go back to my binge of Sex and the City. 😉