One of my close friends thought it’d be fun to try online dating, so I thought . . . why not? She’s honestly the sort that was TOTALLY against online dating and she hardly ever tries anything new. For her to actually make an account and start trying out an app to find someone made me realize . . . that I should give this a shot too. At the end of the day, the two of us, including Selene, were totally . . . over this online dating. No more. Continue reading
I recently met a new guy and he was cute! Yay! I don’t have a full-on crush on him but I do get the feeling that I would like to know him better. I feel kind of shallow because I realize that a lot of my crushes start with me noticing some guy’s looks and then wanting to know the person better after. (I’m trying to change that and be more open minded, but it’s hard.) That’s not the worse though that happens, I think. Sometimes I start analyzing little body language cues that the guy gives or try to remember all the words he said to see if there were any hints of a crush on me. I admit that I do get obsessed with the puzzle of finding out whether he likes me back. My worst habit is . . .
I’m not looking for the one, at least not for now. I’m looking for an experience or several to understand what sort of guy suits me. Recently, I’ve had a few conversations that have struck me a bit hard. Continue reading
For the past two weeks, my life had become slightly more exciting because new people had entered it. I wasn’t stuck with the same old people again. Yawn. To push my luck, I decided to approach one of them and talk to him more. Plus, it did help that he had nice eyes and seemed nice. Continue reading
I was packing for my exchange to France, and my mom suddenly stared at me and announced, “You shouldn’t wear that dress to the airport and you shouldn’t pack that either.”
I was super confused, so I asked, “Why? What’s so bad about these dresses? They’re cute!”
So, back to the never-gonna-get-old topic of why we’re single. Cynicalartemis and I were discussing it yet again today.
I must’ve eaten too much whipped cream today, I’m popping out insightful statements like there is no tomorrow. The conversation goes:
That’s all I can use to express my feelings in the past week or so.
There‘s nothing left except an overwhelming desire to talk to him. To be in his presence. Hnnnnnnggggghhhhh…..
bittersweetselene would tell me: “Get over it, girl.”