An Ode to the Love of My Life

I remember the first time I saw you.
I saw you from across the room.
I was introduced to you by a mutual friend.
Sometimes I’m not so open to trying new things, but when I saw you, I knew I had to be open-minded.
I don’t mind that you’re a little aged.
In fact, the older the better.
We hit it off right away.
You were just so smooth.
There is something so bittersweet about the taste of you.
I love it when you are with me, and I am sad to see you go.
You can be a little cold sometimes, but you make me feel so warm inside.
You have always been there to support me through my victories and successes, and especially when I am down.
You’re there for me when I want to relax in the bathtub, and when I’m sitting on the porch watching the sunset.
You never judge me.
My friends love you, and try to get me to share you with them but I refuse.
You are mine.
You complete me.
Everything about you is perfect.
I love you forever.

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Me & bae ❤

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I don’t run, I chase.

So yesterday I was on Tinder in between stressing over my exam and trying to get my thesis put together.

This guy messaged me and was all like, “Yeah I just went for a run.” So politely, I asked him about it, how far he ran, that sort of thing. Then he was like, “we should run together.”

You know buddy, we were having a perfectly nice conversation before you reminded me that you don’t know me.

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I don’t run. I don’t get turned on by guys who run. Running is sweaty and gross.

The only running I do is from my feelings.

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In fact, I don’t run, I chase.

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I don’t chase boys. I’m not going to waste my time.

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I chase realistic things like alcohol and dreams.

And let that be a life lesson to you. If a guy’s idea of a cute date is running, maybe it’s time to run. away.

It’s the Single Things in Life

“So, what are you on Tinder for?”

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That question always leaves me puzzled. I never know how to answer that.
It’s like asking what is the meaning of life in the world of a single, attractive female on Tinder.

I don’t know why I’m on Tinder. Maybe I’m bored. Maybe I’m looking for love (probably not).
I’m not a hookup kind of girl. Why AM I on here? I don’t fit in. I don’t belong.

These are the things I want to respond with when asked this question:

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