annaak asked: so frustrated this morning: met this guy on Monday & we really really hit it off. He texted me that night what a good time he had & then again on Tuesday asking how my day was going. I responded within 20 min and he didnt respond for 3+ hours. I was at the gym when he responded, asking what I was doing. I responded like 2 hours after that I might be going to an IWNY event & he didnt respond TILL THIS MORNING that he "ended up relaxing" and asking when can he see me again. How would you play this
I usually just respond with something like, “I’m around this weekend. Call me if you want to make plans.”
I don’t like the texting game. I don’t like it one bit.
12:39 pm • 22 May 2013 • 11 notes
the20straveler asked: What is your favorite place to shop? Love your outfit choices!
Oh, thanks love! I’m a big fan of Nordstrom Rack, TJMaxx, Marshall’s, Necessary Clothing, and Pitaya.
Actually just ordered this because it looked so versatile. Or like I could wear it once. It’s a marvel I made it out of credit card debt.
12:58 pm • 18 May 2013 • 4 notes
That smile is fake. But you know what they say…
Oh it’s all junk, I don’t know.
2:12 pm • 17 May 2013 • 20 notes
Anonymous asked: About the "tired of dating" essay. Is it really worth it? I've been used, abused, taken advantage of, humiliated, insulted, and all I have to show for it is a sense that something is wrong with me and I'm in a rut with no way out. The only payoff is I might find some woman who may love me for some time but then our differences could drive us apart, like most of everyone else, bringing me back to square one, only older and with fewer options. Is it really worth it?
It might be worth talking to someone with a degree.
I don’t mean that cruelly. I say it because you sound sad and hurt in a way I am not educated to deal with.
7:59 pm • 16 May 2013 • 10 notes
You’re not tired of dating; you’re just tired. You’re tired of bearing the weight alone. You’re tired of an empty apartment and dinner for one. You’re tired of ricocheting off yourself and slugging shots at the bar. You’re tired of playing dress up with no one to dress you down. You’re tired of the excruciating loneliness that creeps onto tingling skin, begging for touch like sucking for air. And so am I. So is she. So is he, and that girl, and those boys, and so many other people you see on the train, in the market, across the table. But we keep doing it because it’s worth it, because it’s everything, because for all the awkward hellos and terrible dinners, there’s one flawed masterpiece who’s singing your harmony in the SUV three parking spots over.
It’s not about dating. It’s never been about getting set up or going online or any of the crazy things we do to meet someone; it’s not about any of that. It’s about faith. It’s about hope. It’s about remembering the person you’re looking for isn’t a checkmark, but a journey, a stroke of luck, an oh my god and a holy shit and a you won’t believe what happened. It’s the best part of life. And it’s out there. Every great story, every novel and film and letter written only to be burned is about this. And we’re all tired of bearing the weight of those stories… but we bear them together. Keep swimming to the surface, keep swimming ‘til your hands are numb and your lungs are empty and everything is simultaneously tight and enormous because the moment you burst to the surface, your whole existence will change. That’s why we do this. That’s why we do anything.
— Dear DateByNumbers on CollegeCandy
5:50 pm • 16 May 2013 • 210 notes
All-nighter coming up. Ain’t no thang.
Dress: Maggy London; Shoes: Target
2:17 pm • 16 May 2013 • 21 notes
Anonymous asked: Quick question: Who should be planning the dates? On the one hand, I like when a guy makes some suggestions/plans at first. But I also like to suggest stuff and want him to care about what I want to do. I think I am being harsh...he's "lazy" if he asks me to suggest something, and if he suggests something, he's not concerned with what I want. See...If I think like this I'm going to be a dating fail. Help!
Whoa there, slugger. Take a deep breath. This isn’t war strategy, it’s just a date, and if there’s something you want to do, you suggest it.
In my book, whoever asks, plans. Bottom line, it’s just not that hard to pick a bar, a restaurant, or a cheap ass bottle of wine and a discreet spot in the park. The defining moments should be on the date, not the planning of it.
11:09 pm • 15 May 2013 • 7 notes
Sweet Jesus, I did it.
I seriously fucking did it.
ALL THE MONIES ARE MINE NOW, CREDIT CARD.
10:00 pm • 15 May 2013 • 86 notes
Dress, Shoes, Earrings: Nordstrom Rack
1:43 pm • 15 May 2013 • 21 notes