Sneak Peek Into Me
Description
Is Chivalry Dead or Perhaps Just Redefined?
My Kindle Is Apparently a Dating Device
Turning Inner Geek into Geek Chic
Handling Hurt Feelings in Dating
How to Resolve Multilingual Dating
Internet Dating – Sadly. I’m A Bit Of An Expert
The Four Horsemen of a Relationship Apocalypse
Expectations: The Death of Love
How to Quit Mr. Wrong (Even If He’s Good in Bed)
So that guy? From the last entry? Is coming to visit tomorrow. Yep, tomorrow. And here, in no particular order, are the things I am currently worried about:
I think I can smell my cat’s litterbox every time I walk into my apartment. Not good.
What if he sees the mess on the bottom of my closet?
Or the weird way I stash things in the kitchen?
(Note to self: Now must clean kitchen and bottom of closet as these are no longer secrets. Argh.)
I’m 31. My body just isn’t the same as it was 7 years ago. I have wrinkles, and spots, and saggy things. I looked in the mirror this morning and looked 31 to myself. That’s never happened before. Now is a really inopportune time for such a thing. Ugh.
That cat litter thing is pissing me off enough to warrant two bullets. Seriously.
Should I try to dig extra pillows out of the closet upstairs?
I have weird moles now. I never used to have weird moles. I’m filing those away with the wrinkles and spots…. so unfair.
I still honestly believe that guys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses. Never mind that he already knows that. Just never mind, you know?
What if this is actually what I’ve been waiting for? What if it isn’t?
I need to go to the grocery store. I have the refrigerator of the bacheloriest of bachelors. It is actually a joke amongst my friends. Not lying.
Must clean. Because…. CAT LITTER.
Just for the record, I’m not even fully awake yet. Just wait until later.
My Kindle Is Apparently a Dating Device
Turning Inner Geek into Geek Chic
Handling Hurt Feelings in Dating
How to Resolve Multilingual Dating
Internet Dating – Sadly. I’m A Bit Of An Expert
The Four Horsemen of a Relationship Apocalypse
Expectations: The Death of Love
How to Quit Mr. Wrong (Even If He’s Good in Bed)
So that guy? From the last entry? Is coming to visit tomorrow. Yep, tomorrow. And here, in no particular order, are the things I am currently worried about:
I think I can smell my cat’s litterbox every time I walk into my apartment. Not good.
What if he sees the mess on the bottom of my closet?
Or the weird way I stash things in the kitchen?
(Note to self: Now must clean kitchen and bottom of closet as these are no longer secrets. Argh.)
I’m 31. My body just isn’t the same as it was 7 years ago. I have wrinkles, and spots, and saggy things. I looked in the mirror this morning and looked 31 to myself. That’s never happened before. Now is a really inopportune time for such a thing. Ugh.
That cat litter thing is pissing me off enough to warrant two bullets. Seriously.
Should I try to dig extra pillows out of the closet upstairs?
I have weird moles now. I never used to have weird moles. I’m filing those away with the wrinkles and spots…. so unfair.
I still honestly believe that guys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses. Never mind that he already knows that. Just never mind, you know?
What if this is actually what I’ve been waiting for? What if it isn’t?
I need to go to the grocery store. I have the refrigerator of the bacheloriest of bachelors. It is actually a joke amongst my friends. Not lying.
Must clean. Because…. CAT LITTER.
Just for the record, I’m not even fully awake yet. Just wait until later.
Début de l'événement
08.05.2022
Fin de l'événement
08.05.2022