My Love Life

I'm in a relationship, you guys.
It's pretty serious.
We get along perfectly.
We watch the sunset and listen to the rain.
We go on long runs and try out fad diets.
We both like to party too hard and get crazy hungover.
We never fight about which way the toilet paper goes, who's texting who(m?), what movie we're going to watch, where we're going to go eat or what parties we're going to make appearances at.
We even lol, tear up and OMG together while reading blogs.

Yea, it's me. I'm dating myself.

Maybe Kensie isn't so great about squashing spiders or calming me down when I hear things that go bump in the night. Maybe she forgets to shower some days and always makes me pay for meals, but she's actually a lot of fun. She loves watching New Girl and reading trashy novels. She even knows how to capture gigantic toilet-thieving frogs when they're threatening to take over my humble abode.

Maybe she doesn't protect me when I want to go on night runs, maybe she hates doing laundry and cleaning anything, but she cares about the things that are important to me. She is going to make me a priority. She loves my family. She eats my cooking with no criticism. She never ignores me or makes me feel too needy. She's always ready to explore her emotions and she has been severely neglected for years. I need to spend some good quality time with her. We need to be alone together and watch stupid TV shows and do things that are best for us. Me.

We're doing it big. We're moving across the country together and we're staying away from dudes for a while. Time to be selfish. I'm doing what's best for me.

I'll definitely keep you all updated on this budding romance (we love adventures) and maybe I'll even sneak in a few stories of boyfriends past (Sabrina Style).. maybe.

 

PS: Check out my feature stories in this month's issue of Ocala Style Magazine here and here.