I am in heaven.
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I am in heaven.
Anonymous said: Love your blog. Your prose is so lucid and eloquent. Just how much longer do we have to wait for the book ?
This summer! My dearest editor is halfway through the manuscript.
I love you, guys.
Anonymous said: Who's your favorite band/singer ?
In order of when I would have said they were my favorite:
But if I’m being honest, Celine Dion.
I can’t help it.
Anonymous said: Re your modern love story: A boy, who I've never met but have mutual friends with, told me that he liked me (pretty much based off of my photos). I soon realized that he's recently told another girl who I know for a fact he's never met, that he likes her too. I think he's said this to a third girl as well. Internet dating is difficult to navigate, so much is appearance based. Should I cross him off of my list of prospects for "liking" pretty girls?
I think you should cross him off your list for being creepy. You can’t just run around telling people you like them. This isn’t a playground game, y’all. THIS IS LIFE.
But for real, weird. This boy is hedging his bets and wasting y’all’s time.
Anonymous said: Hey DBN! Loving your posts lately :) Anyway, I'm in my first serious relationship and it feels a little terrifying. Is this normal?
It better be, because I feel exactly the same.
Y’all. I have been training my little toosh off (literally, feeling mad fit) because Rapha has asked me to be part of their Women’s Ambassador Program, The Calling. I take off Friday to spend some time with other badass chicks from across the nation, and I could not be more excited to share my little journey with y’all. Get ready for some bike shit. Things are about to get pretty cyclocentric.
My fellow female cyclists! (And especially those who aspire to be.) The Rapha Women’s 100 is July 20 this year. That’s about 63 miles of uninterrupted bliss on a bike. Women all over the world will be hopping on their bikes that day to celebrate our place in cycling. If you’re in LA, let’s ride together! And if you’re not, use the #womens100 hashtag to write about your training. Make sure to sign up here.
Let’s do this.
Anonymous said: Ever lived with a boyfriend? dos and don'ts?
Since I’ve never lived with a boyfriend, I called in Wife to give you the low-down on this. She’s been with her man for seven/eight years, and they’re getting married this fall! So, I’ll let her handle this one:
Claire: Hi friends, that’s not weird for me to call you, right?
So my fiancé and I are finishing up another move. And Kelton, my dear, asked for some words of advice for you. A few things first, living with a guy you love is great. But, MOVING in with the guy you love sucks, because moving sucks (side note about me, I hate change). [Editor’s Note: the ying and yang of best friends.] Here are a few things I’ve learned:
Mostly, living together is at the same time a great adventure and also a practical decision. You’re making investments in space, things, and lots of quality time. Try not get too serious about the to-do lists, or the house cleaning, or the bug paranoia (I’m really working on it…) and don’t forget to be young, silly, and romantic.
Anonymous said: Wait I thought you guys broke up?
Ha, we did not have a very good December.
But we’ve had a very nice January, February, March.
It’s kind of like this: we threw a bunch of ingredients into a pot, turned the heat up high, and completely forgot about it. Before we knew it, the pot was boiling over, the fire alarm was going off, smoke everywhere, dinner ruined. We yanked the pot off the stove and turned off the heat immediately. And what a bummer because man, that stew was gonna be good. But, after letting the pot cool for a bit, we tried the calamity we created and it was good. It wasn’t ruined, it just needed a little more attention, a slower burn, a tending hand.
We’ve just got a closer eye on the pot now, and lucky for us, the kitchen smells delicious.
Anonymous said: How did you meet him??
P and I have a modern love story, in that it involves the Internet.
When I was transferring with my company from Colorado to LA, my boss told me she had a guy she wanted to set me up with. I told her I wasn’t interested in meeting anyone because life had sort of whipped me around a little, and I just wanted to lay quietly on the beach for like, ever. But curiosity got the best of me and I looked at his Facebook page only to have his handsome face seared into my memory. There was no going back.
Time passes. And by time, I mean three weeks.
In beautiful California, in attempts to rally my soul, I joined Tinder.
Wow, Tinder. Guy never wearing a shirt. Swipe left. Guy posing with tiger. Swipe left. Guy who still gels his hair like it’s 2003. Swipe left. Guy whose caption is “BOOZE. BABES. BROS. BEACH.” Consider swiping right just for laughs, swipe left. And then P popped up. I recognized his profile picture immediately. I kept opening and closing the app until it brought up someone else because swiping left to reject him would have been a lie and swiping right just felt stupid because I could meet this person in real life. I went on Tinder the next day and P popped up again. Tinder clearly did not understand the purposeful inaction I had employed. I deleted the app, feeling like it was forcing my hand. Swipe nothing, Tinder! You can’t tell me who to date!
All Tindered out, I went back on OkCupid. A handsome fella showed up in my visitor log, and I clicked through to his page. It was P, and the internet was laughing at me. I was embarrassed for no reason at all. I giggled and shut my computer screen like a teenager. I resolved to tell my boss that fine, set me up, because the universe won’t let me stop wondering about him anyway. Might as well meet him.
But before I could approach her, I received a Facebook message.
"Hey! I figured I should just say hello rather than continue to feel awkward about running into you on dating apps when I think we both know who each other are. Either way, welcome to LA!! We should grab a friendly coffee or beer or something sometime. Hope it’s a good Monday!”
So, as much as my boss wanted to set us up, the Internet did it for her.
Anonymous said: Are you currently in a relationship?
YAH. He’s a babe. Babes McGee. Baberooni. (Hey babe.)