Wednesday, 18 June 2014

the guy in pink pants

I didn’t mean to fall for him as much as I did.  I met this guy once before, but never thought much of that encounter. I liked being single and I liked being able to focus on school, but I did miss having a crush. So months later at a party I marched over to my girlfriend and made a bold statement:

“Do you see that guy in the pink pants over there?” I asked. “I’ve decided that I’m going to have a crush on him tonight. I want to dance with a cute boy but at 10pm I’m calling it quits and that will be the end of that!” I proclaimed.

My friend thought I was joking, but I truly was not.  So I dug out my charm that had been hiding for about a year; I got flirty and batted my eyes, because well, he was very easy on the eyes.  I pretended to like him but then something funny happened, I realized that I wasn’t pretending anymore because it was 2 O’clock in the morning. Now I knew I was in trouble and suddenly I regretted not shaving my legs.

Monday, 9 June 2014

a bad investment

I came across a quote today from the ever-sexy Matthew Hussy, dating guru. He said, “don’t invest in a guy based on how much you like him, invest in a guy based on how much he invests in you.” Whoa. Mind. Blown.  Now I know what mistake I’ve been making in my love life!  I’ve always approached everything based on how much I like something.  I love to dance, so I always want to go out dancing.  I love to sing so I’m always looking for opportunities to perform.  But Mr. Hussy’s advice is so spot on.  Why should I invest more time, effort and love in a guy than he does in me?  I come from a family where we talk about everything (and I mean everything at the dinner table). Nothing has ever been off-limits…periods, boners, religion, politics…I’m being completely serious.  So it was only natural for me to become somewhat of an open book and to wear my heart on my sleeve.  I always thought that following your heart was the way to go…but I think I need to take a step back and work on guarding my heart a little more and then maybe just maybe I won’t get so heart-broken all the time.