My OkCupid Date: Story Time — April 30, 2017

My OkCupid Date: Story Time

I’m back with another story time. My last post was about moving on and about how I was going to go on a date with a guy from OkCupid. Wanted to share my night with you guys, and write it down for myself to laugh about in years to come.

As a recap, I met this guy and we had been talking for a few weeks and things were going really well. He seemed very nice, smart, has a good job, could make me laugh..the list goes on and on. We originally had plans for dinner and drinks. This changed on either Wednesday or Thursday when he told me his softball league had gotten rained out on Tuesday and Wednesday and the games got rescheduled for Friday. Made perfect sense to me, it had been rainy that week so I rolled with it. We made plans to get drinks late Friday night and get to know one another. Friday rolled around and we were talking like normal. I was getting excited to meet him. I had plans to go out with Megan and her sister at our usual bdubs spot and then I was going to meet him at Maggie Mcfly’s for drinks. Around 10pm he texted me asking if my friends and I wanted to meet him and his roommates at a bar in WeHa. We decided to go with it, probably smarter to meet him with some backup anyways. So we drove out to WeHa. We were looking good and I was still excited.

We got to the bar and found a booth to sit in. He texted me asking where I was and when I told him I found my heart beating faster, I was getting really anxious. Next thing I know, a drunk guy was walking up to us and sitting down and introducing himself as the guy I had been talking to for the past few weeks. He was beyond obnoxious. He was so drunk that I don’t know how he was holding a conversation, although it was mostly with himself to be completely honest. He tried to kiss me, he got one in and then after that I wasn’t having it. I was beyond pissed off. We got to the bar where he started yelling (literally yelling) with some people that I’m convinced he didn’t even know. He then proceeded to buy shots of fireball for at least 8 people, myself included, even though not 15 minutes earlier I had said that if we did a shot I wanted vodka. Then he stepped on my foot and didn’t say sorry, just continued to talk to everyone besides me who he was supposed to be meeting for the first time. I was so fed up that I told him I needed to go to the bathroom and we left. He proceeded to drunk call, snap, and text me because sending me pictures of some other girl saying “onto the next one” is really a way to win a girl over.

As annoyed as I am I learned a lot from this experience. Don’t go into something expecting anything. I was expecting this guy to be a gentlemen just like he had been the few weeks we were talking. People lie, people are good at putting on a fake front. Even knowing this you have to be willing to take the leap of faith and get back out there. You have to remember that all guys aren’t going to be like this (although it might seem like it). Hold onto hope that everything is going to work out in the end, there are plenty of fish in the sea.

Guys…some advice for you. If you’re going to meet a girl for the first time, don’t go into it completely drunk. It makes you look like and idiot and the girl is going to leave, trust me.

My Tinder Date Moved Across the Country: Story Time — April 8, 2017

My Tinder Date Moved Across the Country: Story Time

I’m back with another story time and this one is one for the books. I went on my first “Tinder Date” on March 16th and it has its ups and downs to say the least. Let me start from the beginning.

I began talking to Ryan earlier that week. We hit it off right quickly and it seemed like we just clicked. I found myself constantly checking my phone to see if he texted me and we were up all hours of the night talking. I obviously wouldn’t say I was in love or anything to that extreme but I genuinely liked him (and how hot he was didn’t hurt either). We talked about our pasts, where we want to go in life, and our career choices. I found out early on that he was in Submarine school down by the shore. I love a guy in uniform! We kept talking until one of my days off I decided to take a road trip down to the beach (in March…) to clear my head. He just so happened to get out of class that night and not have any plans so we decided to meet up.

He had mentioned earlier through text that he was in his last week of Submarine school and would be leaving CT really soon. I didn’t think much of this when he told me since I figured I either wouldn’t meet him or if I did it wouldn’t be anything. So I decided to meet him, and it was the best decision I ever made. We hit it off, there were no awkward moments (although we both admit that we’re extremely awkward so that could be why), and we had a great time. He was the perfect gentlemen, sexy as ever, and that accent!!! We stayed out late that night and when it was time to leave I didn’t want to. Again, not in love but definitely liked him. We kept talking, and talking, and talking. We wanted to get together again before he went back to Maryland before going to his next base but it never worked out. We kept talking every single day though.

Finally his graduation came and went and before I knew it he sent me a snap saying he was heading out of CT. To tell you the truth I was pretty sad. Sad that I didn’t get to say goodbye, didn’t get to give him a good luck hug. I found comfort in the fact knowing that he was going to be in Maryland for the next few weeks on leave though. Not that I planned on seeing him but knowing that he wasn’t all that far gone.

Yesterday, April 7th, my sailor boarded a plan for the best adventure I could ever wish for him. He flew out to Washington state, across the country, to his new base and a lifetime of memories. He had told me awhile ago that he had no intention of coming back to the east coast, and quite frankly I don’t blame him. My first tinder date left for across the country and never looked back. I’m happy for him, don’t get me wrong, and we do still talk on the daily. I may have lost a tinder date but I gained a friend and he’s one of the best.

The moral of the story…don’t be afraid to meet your tinder dates (unless they’re super creepy). I took a chance and found some happiness, even if it was just for a night. Ryan changed my perspective on guys and gave me new hope for the future. You never know where you’re going to end up in life, maybe he’ll be back in CT or maybe I’ll end up in Seattle. Never the less, I took a leap of faith and it didn’t bite me in the ass. I miss him like crazy and wish I could have given him a goodbye hug but sometimes things don’t work out how we want. I wish him nothing but the best, I hope he’s safe out there fighting for our country, and I hope he finds the girl he looks at like he does chicken tenders :).

Story Time: My 1st Car Accident — February 21, 2017

Story Time: My 1st Car Accident

I’m back with another story time! This one I didn’t think was ever going to happen, but then again I’m 24 and think I’m pretty invincible. I’m here to tell you about my very first car accident.

I’ve had my license for over 7 years now and this accident just happened last week. I can proudly say that it wasn’t my fault at all, but let me rewind back to the beginning.

I was in a really good mood that day. I had been canceled the first 8 hours of my 12 hour shift and I was only going in for a easy peasy 4 hours. What could I possible be mad about, right? The shift ended and I was on my way home. It was the blasting, singing like a fool. I got off the highway on the same exit I always take. I got onto the street that I needed and there was a city bus stopped at its usual stop waiting to pick people up. Since there were cars coming from the other direction I wasn’t able to go around the bus so I was sitting there patiently waiting for the bus to start going again. I look into my rearview mirror and I see this car flying up the street. I kind of had a feeling that this was going to be it but I figured the driver would have enough common sense to see my break lights and slow the eff down. If you guess that she didn’t, you’re right! She slammed into my rear end like it was nobody’s business. My car, being the super trooper that it is, didn’t have a lot of visible damage thank god.

The lady was so rude about everything. Questioning why I wanted her information, questioning why I wanted a police report. Get it together lady you just slammed into my car. We waited for the police and her filed the report. She sped off while I tried to collect myself. My brother and mom can and met me while I was waiting for the cop and my brother drove home with me. To say I was shaken up is an understatement. The car had always been somewhere where I felt safe which is weird since it’s probably one of the most dangerous places. Never the less I was able to drive and I wasn’t hurt besides a sore back.

I’m not afraid to drive or anything but I am definitely even more aware of the people driving around me. I drive a little slower, take my time. I don’t text and drive (not that I ever did). It made me more appreciative of everything a little bit more.

I’m happy to say that the woman’s insurance is going to cover all the damages to my car and we’re already up to $580 plus a rental car. It’s bad to say that I’m slightly excited hoping for more money in damages just because the woman was such a jerk to me. She got a ticket for following too closely even though she’s trying to say she hit black ice. Get what you deserve lady!

So there it is. My 1st car accident. Share with me your stories, or give me other story suggestions!

Story Time: My First Drunk Experience — November 9, 2016

Story Time: My First Drunk Experience

I want to start a new part of my blog where I share stories from my life. They can be funny, stupid, or damn right heartbreaking. I’m going to use it as a way to look back on experiences that I might not otherwise remember (or choose to remember..). So today I’m going to bring you my first drunk experience.

Let me put out a big disclaimer that I’m 24 years old and completely legal to drink. This story occurred last weekend, not when I was an underage drinker and I am in no way condoning underage drinking. Now onto the story…

I’ll be the first to admit that I had probably the most boring high school and college experience. I didn’t really go to parties, I never had time in college to go out to clubs, and even though I drank I never got drunk. I’ve been tipsy, I’ve felt good but I never woke up with my head spinning and never wanting to drink again…until this past weekend.

My friend from college, Sarah, is big on going out and having a great time. I’ve always wanted to do that and now was the perfect opportunity. I’m single, I don’t have obligations to study or anything for school, and I was off the weekend from work. We decided to go out to our state’s capitol and live it up. It was my dream come true. I was finally going to experience what everyone else has. I like to consider myself to have a decently high tolerance for alcohol since I’ve never been drunk (and girl can kill a bottle of wine like it’s her job). Well the drinks started flowing and the shots were poured and before I knew it I was feeling pretty good. We were dancing and singing and enjoying ourselves so we kept drinking. I was having a great time..until I wasn’t.

Next thing I knew I was walking myself to the bathroom and right before I got there I was throwing up. I don’t mean a little throw up I mean the nasty kind where you feel like death after. I made it to the bathroom to throw up again. I finally started feeling a tiny bit better to where I could try and find my friend. I ended up calling for my Uber and leaving. I knew the night wasn’t going to end well and I just wanted to get home. I found my Uber and pretty much as soon as we started moving I threw up again. Luckily I was able to control it enough so that I didn’t get it on his car (who needs an additional fee??). I made it home and thought that would be it, I must have thrown up everything right? WRONG!

I was able to sleep for a few hours but then I woke up feeling sick again. So I threw up again, and again, and again. Grand total of 8 times. I felt miserable, had to bail on my dad for Sunday dinner, and wanted to curl up in a ball and die. My few hours of fun turned into an entire day of being miserable and not trusting myself anymore. How could I have let myself drink this much? How could I have let it get this far to the point where I spent the entire day sick? Did I do this because I’m still getting over all the changes in my life? These will be questions that I ask myself for awhile as I still try to process everything, but I am slowly moving on from the experience.

Now I don’t take this story with a grain of salt and I hope that at least one person can learn from my mistake. I now know my limits. I know that I like going out but that I don’t need to get completely trashed to have a good time with my friends. The next time I go out I have no intentions of getting the way I did this past weekend. I want everyone who thinks that you need to get plastered to have a good time to know that it’s not worth it. As much fun as I had, the aftermath ruined it for me. It’s not worth it. Sure, go out and have a good time. If you’re old enough to drink have one or two (don’t drink and drive!). You don’t have to get to the point that I did to have a good time or to fit in with your friends. Remember that. They’re your friends for more than your drinking abilities. Party safely and have fun, my friends.