A good measure of your relationship status is your ability to talk about bowel movements. Yup, I just went there. Though, come to think of it, I think it took all of two dates for my boyfriend to indulge me with information about his bathroom needs :/ (it's a good thing he's adorable). On the other hand, I've only recently been somewhat comfortable enough to even admit that I needed to do anything but tinkle. When you become comfortable enough in your relationship to admit that you don't poop rose petals and sparkles, it can also translate into other parts of your life. Think about it. We chase after health, success, and wealth to ultimately attract a mate and reproduce. We are biologically
The first thought that went through my mind when I woke up one morning as someone new's girlfriend was, holy cr*p. I was thrilled, petrified, and everything in between. I had committed to someone who was more than I could wish for. But I had also been very hurt recently in the past. The first time I was someone's girlfriend was in preschool. But, I'm pretty sure I didn't get asked a formal commitment question. The second time was in the sixth grade. His name was Matt and our friend groups had decided we were the perfect match. I think we may have said ten words to each other over the duration of our "relationship," and over half of them
I consider myself to be a strong, independent woman. However, there's a very simple way to turn me into a sixteen year old girl in a matter of seconds - a text from a new beau. During the first few months of dating my now boyfriend, my heart rate would speed up every time my phone lit up with a text message. Is it him?! (I have to admit, I tend to get just as giddy seven months into dating whenever I get a text from him.) The first couple months of dating someone is a roller coaster of excitement and utter fear. No one wants to get hurt and everyone wants to be loved. When you're trying to connect and impress with
It was a Thursday after a long work day, but I had the energy of a Kindergartner after nap time. I rushed home to shower, freshen up my makeup, and scramble through my closet for the perfect first date outfit. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. A first date outfit must make you look like a jaw-dropping babe but in a subtle way where he's going to think you look like that all the time with minimal effort. I remember walking up the stairs to the rooftop bar to meet him. I saw him standing at the top and my legs started to feel like jello; the man is gorgeous. "Do not trip, do not trip, do not trip."
Fall is here and you know what that means… #pumpkineverything! Ladies, you know what I’m talking about. Any first sense of the season changing – a leaf falling, darker mornings, cooler evenings, Halloween decor lining the aisles at Target – and it’s a mad rush to Trade Joe’s to snag some of their organic pureed pumpkin! This year I’m setting my sights on actually carving a pumpkin and roasting the seeds inside. I promise myself every year but have yet to do it for almost half a decade. Don’t judge me! Life gets in the way. There’s been no carving yet. I have a “go big or go home” attitude about it and I won’t settle for an average jack-o-lantern.