I’ve dated a lot of people but you were by far one of the hottest – and frankly my longest relationship. A friend and I were having coffee when we started talking about relationships. I mentioned having met you through mutual friends when she asked me what you looked like and frankly it wasn’t very difficult for me to describe; you were blessed with the genes of a Greek God.
She smiled at me with a quizzical look in her eye. “Tell me more” she said. I described you easily: deep brown eyes that you could get lost in, olive skin, a chiseled jaw and abs of fucking steel. You wore yourself well and had a smile that could absolutely kill if you got too close. You shared my love for coffee, hard liquor, working out, and smart-ass remarks.
Yet, with all that beauty, there was nothing more. You were the quiet-type but not in that mysterious stoic kinda way. It was more like, ‘I have nothing to say at all past simple few word responses’. Honestly, I grew bored of you quite easily. There was no real substance beyond physical attraction and our relationship lacked the intellectual and meaningful conversations that I wanted. Maybe in a different world we could have dated longer.
After a while, our schedules conflicted; we didn’t have time to make it work. But, I’m glad we ended on good terms. I’m glad that we went our separate ways mutually. And for what it’s worth, I hope you’re happy in your life, with whatever you are doing and whoever you are with.
The Girl Next Door
The other day my cousins decided to take me for a motorcycle ride that was so beautifully breathtaking that I was left at a loss for words. We drove out for over an hour and a half before reaching our destination.
We stopped at a small landing near Sannine, Lebanon. I found myself surrounded by mountains. I was in awe at the beauty around me.
We picked what could be classified as the nicest day of the not so cold winter season. It was over twenty degrees celsius, the air was cool and crisp. The sun was shining bright, beating down on our faces just enough to keep us warm but not enough to overheat us.
There was a small house off to the side. I felt slightly jealous, all I could do was imagine myself living there and waking up to that view each morning.
Rolling white snowy mountains.
Landscape coming to life.
A view that could speak.
Dear Trapped in the 50’s,
I don’t remember your name, just that you were a misogynist straight out of one of those old 1950’s adds for “Better Home and Garden”. We were on our first date and got to talking, getting to know each other as new couples do. We covered all sorts of topics ranging from the future, work and school, to small talk. Just as I was starting to like you, you came swinging out of left field. “Women shouldn’t work.
Their place is in the home, cooking and taking care of the children.” I stared blankly at you, speechless and unsure of how to respond to such a thing. I took a moment to process this new information. So much of me wanted to yell at you, to explain to you how the world stopped following that archaic way of thinking decades ago. I wanted to call you sexist, misogynistic, insensitive. Instead I somehow managed to muster the strength not to. Instead, I calmly called you out on your bullshit and walked out on you.
By the way, the 1950’s called. Even they don’t want you back.
That woman from the 21st century
I’m surrounded by couples.
I’ve struggled a lot when it comes to dating over the years. In the past I hadn’t really considered myself to be picky… But now, I feel like people are just… so frustrating. Why is it so fucking hard to find someone I am attracted to or rather grow attracted to, and can have an intellectual conversation with? Is that too much to ask?
I’ve met a variety of people. Some were more challenging than others. I’ve met absolute assholes, ‘nice guys’ who think I owe them something, and guys I just don’t click with.
Am I missing something? Is it the city I live in? The people I surround myself with? Am I in the wrong or am I the one who just isn’t fitting in? Am I un-datable? Am I over-thinking this (probably)?
I just don’t really know. It wasn’t until I came across this one article on my timeline a while back that reminded me that sometimes dating in the modern world really makes me want to punch myself in the face. So please:
Stop asking my why I’m single.
Stop asking me when I’m going to get married.
Stop asking me if there’s someone special in my life.
Just stop asking.
Single Until Further Notice
You crossed my mind recently and it made me think of the past.
We dated once but never officially. What we had, we kept a secret. You meant the world to me and I’m sorry that I never showed you. It wasn’t until you moved on that I realised how much I lost.
You told me you were in love with me; I couldn’t say it back.
I know what you’re thinking. I want what I can’t have right?
I know that you’re happy now. At least I hope you are. I hope she’s making you happy. I hope that all of your hopes and dreams are coming true. I hope that you’re getting all of the love that you deserve.
What we had was beautiful and I will always cherish those memories.
The girl who’s happy for you
This quote often resonates with me. It is largely something that I am passionate about discussing.
“I just think it’s so weird that women make individual choices and then absolute strangers think they can have all kinds of opinions about them. It’s largely something that happens to women and their appearance”
– Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
I find myself in situations where people have the need or rather the audacity to tell me what to do with my face and my body.
Who the heck to they think they are?
It is important to cease telling women or anyone for that matter, what to do with their bodies. It is important to understand that experience is subjective. We should not be judged for what we do, wear, like, dislike or how we feel about certain topics.
When people ask: ‘who are you trying to impress?’ My first response is almost an immediate eye roll.
It really bugs me (people ask me this question quite often). I normally have a lot to say about that. I feel like my need to explain myself is inevitable in these types of situations despite the fact that I should not have to.
So for every person who has tried to tell me that I am wearing too much or too little or no makeup at all; and for those who have tried to tell me that I’m dressed ‘too scantily clad’ or whatever, I have one thing to say: stop telling me what to do with my face.
Do you have a favorite quote that you return to again and again? What is it, and why does it move you?
This ‘New Years Resolutions’ is just a ton of crap. Every year I make this unrealistic list of resolutions I expect myself to keep but never do. This year is different. This year, like last year, I’m not making resolutions that need to be completed in 365 days only to give up half way through. Instead, I’m making a list of things I want to get done in my life.
I want to update this list each year and I want to add new ideas and remove the ones that I’ve completed.
Here it is:
- Go on More than one Road Trip
- Bungee Jumping
- Build a Blanket Fort
- Have a Picnic
- Do more yoga
- Wake up/go to Bed early.
- Go on a Hot Air Balloon Ride
- Learn to play poker like a champ
- Swim in a Pool at night filled with glow sticks
- Go ‘ghost hunting’ with friends
- Do something out of your comfort zone
- Ride a bike across the city
- Go hiking
- Go to a bonfire/build one
- Party in a forest
- Travel somewhere new
- Travel alone
- Try something new
- Write more
- Read more
- Learn something new and be good at it.
Get a tattoo (I did it!)
- Get my eyebrow/tongue pierced
- Try foods from different cuisines
Geek out (Some of my friends have gotten me into gaming)
- Watch classic movies
- Do more feminist-y things
- Hang out with the besties regularly
- Dye some of my hair an unnatural color
- Continue being the epic bad-ass Queen that I am.