Google what actually happened to Kel of “Kenan & Kel.” I don’t really like to do numbered lists in their proper order, or rather, my ADHD kicks in and I can’t. So yes, I started my journey at #37…because once I read that…I just couldn’t get it out of my head. Where was Kel? (By … Continue reading Do NOT Text Him #37
Category: dating diaries
Dating as a grown up is weird and I don’t know what I’m doing.
21st Century Dating: Do NOT Text Him.
Sometimes, I really hate being a girl. We read so much into things. We read into things that don’t exist. Why can’t we just read books? I do! And yet I still catch myself over-analyzing everything from a simple text message to a sideways glance. I’m hyper-aware of this…issue…but I don’t know how to … Continue reading 21st Century Dating: Do NOT Text Him.
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Last Tuesday Night.
I sat along the back wall of a pub as the band hit the final note of their first set. Applause. It was a Tuesday night, so it wasn't exactly a full house but the bar was at least full nearest the stage, leading me to choose kind of an awkward seat. Well, anywhere I … Continue reading Last Tuesday Night.
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10.19.15: Not your second choice.
An Open Letter to a Super Rat (& Anyone Else Who Wants to Date Me): I neither expect you to read this, nor to care about what I have to say. I’m sure you think I’m off my rocker at this point because I’ve already told you exactly what I think about you. There’s always … Continue reading 10.19.15: Not your second choice.
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Once Upon A Time…or something like that.
After asking if I’m seeing anyone, older women always tell me “Oh sweetie, don’t worry. You’re young. You’ll find him.” I wish they gave me a dollar every time they said that, too. I wouldn’t be a millionaire, but I’d be pretty loaded. I typically follow-up with a shrug and a reply along the lines … Continue reading Once Upon A Time…or something like that.
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1.19.16
So this distance thing…is all a load of bull. I’m sitting at home. In my underwear. At 8PM on a Tuesday night. I just got home from happy hour with my best friend. I’m not drunk, not even close, but nevertheless…the alcohol has clouded my focus. I’m frustrated. It’s been two months since I’ve had … Continue reading 1.19.16
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Accidents Happen.
I'm a self-proclaimed Queen of Boundaries. It's my defense. How I stay sane. Sure, I crave the company of others. I'm not a hermit, I'm outgoing. I love meeting new people & making new friends...but on my own terms. That's probably why I date. I've found it's a fun way to meet people & see … Continue reading Accidents Happen.
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Don’t call me a victim.
...And I don't like the word 'survivor,' either. Merriam-Webster's dictionary defines 'victim' as: A person who has been attacked, injured, robbed, or killed by someone else A person who is cheated or fooled by someone else Someone or something that is harmed by an unpleasant event (such as an illness or accident) And while some … Continue reading Don’t call me a victim.
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you’re just as sane as I am
He's unlike any man I've ever known...much less dated. He's spontaneous. Risky. Passionate. Easygoing. Smart. Sweet. Fearless. Snarky. Impetuous. Wonderful. He has certainly earned being referred to by his real name in my phone book and with my friends. In the short time we've dated, we've surpassed the "Honeymoon Phase." We've fought. We've taken care … Continue reading you’re just as sane as I am
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il mange des bon bons comme un enfant.
beep. b-beep. beeeeep. I sighed, rolled over, and turned my first alarm off. Dammit, I was up way too late last night. So much for my resolution to wake up early. I rolled back over and draped my hand over his bare chest. "Why. Is your alarm on?" He groaned, but kissed my shoulder. "So … Continue reading il mange des bon bons comme un enfant.
Marie R. Carlson 