Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over But had me believing it was always something that I’d done And I don’t wanna live that way Reading into every word you say You said that you could let it go And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that [...]
Archives for the ‘dating’ Category
Jar of Memories
Monday, 8 August 2011
Adorable idea. Brooke writes down the funny things her kids say and save it in a jar to read when she’s not feeling particularly great. Wouldn’t it be cute to keep a jar with your loved one and write down all the little things you love about them? Or, write down great moments throughout the [...]
(Aw)esome VI
Sunday, 24 July 2011
The six installment of awesome things that boys do that I like. 1. Gives me a pet name Okay, so I’m not talking about “pooh bear”, “muffin cakes”, or “snookums” here. It doesn’t need to be elaborate, and it definitely shouldn’t be cheesy. Well, the right balance of cheese can be acceptable. A simple “babe”, [...]
Don’t Pretend You Are Okay
Saturday, 7 May 2011
from Why Pretending To Be Okay Never Works: “There are only a handful of things more tormenting than finding out, most likely via Facebook, that your latest ex is now involved with someone else. Be it casually or seriously or sexually, any way you slice it, it hurts. I say tormenting because your reaction inevitably [...]
Textual Healing
Sunday, 10 April 2011
It’s no secret that twitter, facebook, gchat, text messaging has complicated dating life. Not only has it been a source of my biggest regrets and insecurities in my dating habits, but texturisms have become yet another reason to not like someone. Do they LOL? Cut. Do they have poor texting grammar? Cut. Do they have [...]
(Aw)esome V
Sunday, 20 March 2011
The fifth installment of awesome things that boys do that I like. 1. Builds stuff I’m independent. I can plunge a toilet, light a bbq, and unclog a drain. I can even follow Ikea instructions to put together various furniture items. However, there is nothing sexier than a man who is good with his hands [...]
