remember mtv diary? this something like that.
Daydreaming about his smile and slightly embarrassed about caressing his beard in the club, I was in a place of complete confusion. After finally having a genuine connection with someone, I inched closer and closer away from the thought of being on dating apps.
Read MoreHe started sending me good morning texts that turned into good morning calls. After our first date at Little Trouble, we spoke every single day. At 35, he had a good job, nice car, and owned a home in Grant Park. He considered himself established and was ready to bring someone into his life.
Read MoreAfter an awkward first Bumble date, I was ready to see who else was out there. The weather was finally starting to warm up after an awful winter. From moving into my ex’s neighborhood, my grandma’s death, and accidentally homie hopping, I needed a win.
Read MoreAs he ordered another glass of wine after I nervously downed the first one, he seemed a bit nervous too; which calmed me. The ambiance at Bon Ton was perfect, despite shaking the host’s hand when I first walked in. He started taking his suit jacket off and ordered a whiskey neat.
A District of Columbia transplant, I too was his first Bumble date. He moved to Atlanta for a fresh start and new opportunities after a break-up.
Read MoreAfter months of hoping we’d get back together, I realized I was absolutely pathetic.
Vibe Ride. Walk the dog. Make an awful meal consisting of shrimp. Cry myself to sleep. Wake up. Work.
Repeat.
I was ready for some hoes. More so, ready for a singular hoe. I desperately wanted to like someone again.
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