Let's get one thing straight: I hate dating. I hate that whole "So, what do you do, where are you from, have you ever been married" ritual that comes with it. The uncertainty of "Does he like me, is he looking for something serious, is he secretly married with six kids" questions that creep into my head when I meet a potential suitor.
I think I hate dating so much because I'm no good at it. Either I like you right away or it's not happening. I have to feel some type of connection with someone to even go out with them. And don't give me that "Well you can learn to like him, give him a chance" bit because I cannot. I rely on my instincts, if we have a conversation and I feel that a guy is dumb (i.e. uses the word "dramatical"), is looking for a booty call or is socially awkward I will let him know that we are not compatible and leave it at that.
Pearls: Forever 21, Fashion Nette-work
Denim shirt: Zara
Leather jacket: Peter Nygard
I gave a guy my number recently and he sent me the same text message THREE separate days with a photo attached to remind me of who he was. REALLY, dude? If you think that you're that forgettable after a couple of days, then I can't help you. I personally think that he really liked the photo of himself and wanted me to see him looking his 'best'. Either way, that was the end of that. I've learned that dating someone that you don't really like for convenience or to "get back out there" has disastrous results. Di-sa-strous. (I'm still kicking myself for that one.)
I was with my last boyfriend for eight years and we broke up a little over a year ago. It's hard to be vulnerable to opening yourself back up after disappointment and heartbreak. I'm not exactly sure how to navigate the dating waters but I do believe that there is someone out there specifically for me. Someone who is okay with my semi-messiness, my love of shopping and my Jay-Z jones. Someone who is God fearing and honest, who wants to be committed and married and who thinks that I am and treats me like the best gift ever. And who doesn't mind taking my pics for my blog. Amen.
Pants: Diane von Furstenberg
Boots: Stuart Weitzman
A little swagger would be nice and have certain skills that I won't name here because my mom reads this so I gotta keep it PG.
Someone who will laugh with me, everyday, no matter how big the problems may seem....