I had been off of Tinder for a while but I was really falling in love with blogging. I had been posting story after story and enjoying everyone’s reactions. I even made a Twitter and Instagram so I could start gathering an audience. I posted a few blog graphics on my personal Insta just to test the waters and see what people would say.
"Don’t run up and give him a hug or anything, just act like you don’t know him. Be aloof, nonchalant. Do your hair and makeup but wear jeans. Act like Grace Kelly.”
I laid in my bed and focused on my breath. When I got my mind quiet I whispered to myself, or to spirit, or The Universe, or whatever, “Just give me a sign as to whether or not I should do this.”
October was welcome to peace the fuck out. Between ConnectiChris, Andrewpucnture, a guy who stood me up, a 22 year old who couldn’t get an erection, an IUD placement, and an incredibly intimate surgery, I had a bit of a rough month. So when Leila invited me to a Halloween party, I happily accepted.
Vodka soda. Never tonic. Keeper of an aloe plant that may or may not be dying. Coffee addict, podcast junkie, dance teacher, life coach, and writer.