When we think of ✨🍾NYE🍾✨, we tend to get into these mindsets for some odd reason:
1. You have to find someone to fall in love with ASAP so you can share a maJiKaL KiSs~ with at midnight.
2. You have to give yourself the, “It’s just NYE, I’m happy being single. New year, new me!” pep talk.
3. You have to get so lit that you won’t recall what happened, aka you can kiss a rando or you can be passed out without a care in the world.
I have a shared data plan with my mom and sister, and I commute to and from work in the mornings. Let me tell you, Soundcloud is NOT YOUR FRIEND if you have shared data, okay?
On my way to work one heavily trafficked morning, I’m listening to #IChooseCruz on Power106, and they’re talking about what is worse: cheating physically or cheating emotionally. Because it’s radio, there isn’t much time for explanation, but basically cheating physically would involve the physical act of… cheating, while cheating emotionally would be a little more open ended, but nevertheless involving anything ranging from seeking advice to confiding in someone who is not your significant other.
After that initial and brief explanation, what do you think is worse?
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If you feel strongly towards this question, please feel free to message me personally. Let’s talk about your feelings 🙂
wait i have real life questions i’m asking you as my advice columnist which i think you would be really good at
whats the question
do you think there is anything wrong with playing the field if you’re not exclusive? is this part of our culture today? the reason why people can’t find true love because they’re always constantly searching or does this mean i’m not interested enough in either? or like wah.
PLEASE NOTE: I’m still friends with a lot of friends from college and I’ve grown up (maybe) since my 2nd year of college, so I’ve fabricated some events and catered them to sound more story-like than real to convey a fun read rather than to bash on anyone. I’m not even sharing this on any social media, so I doubt anyone will find it, but I’m providing this disclaimer just in case.
As Beyonce said in the bridge of Destiny’s Child’s “Survivor”:
You know I’m not gon’ diss you on the internet,
cause my mama taught me better than that.
Without further ado, let’s begin.
I’ve always had commitment issues. From changing my profile picture on MySpace to going from “liking” a boy to “like-liking” a boy, I was the girl who went to prom with her best guy friend because, like N’SYNC once sang, there were noOo strings attached. Continue reading →
Let’s face it; we’re all trying to find someone, and some of us may be searching harder than others. No matter how much effort you are or aren’t putting forth into finding Mr. Right, most of us see the end of our career paths / life journeys with a companion. We’re not sure what Mr. Right looks like, except for the fact that he’s tall and handsome with a great personality but also knows how to party sometimes and has his own Netflix account due to his high paying job that doesn’t take him away from his family.
But we’re not picky.
After years and years of extensive research, I have come up with a helpful guide for all the single ladies (and fellas, holler) out there in search for “The One.” My research includes, but is not limited to, judging people who are in relationships.
Whether you’re looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now, these five strategies to acquire a man speak of nothing but the truth, so let’s begin.
Loosely (and I mean really loose like… you can finish that comparison) based on real events, this post is best read either sitting on the couch under a blanket and happily in love with your boo, or sitting on your bed with a bag of Hot Cheetos and happily on #hoatus. If you’re on the #foreveralone #pityme #imsosingle #crazycatlady train, you better choo choo on outta here because this isn’t really uplifting.
***WARNING: THIS POST IS EMBARRASSING FOR ME TO WRITE BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE PEOPLE KNOWING THINGS ABOUT ME LIKE THIS BUT I REALIZED THAT I AM AN ADULT (KIND OF) SO I CAN WRITE ABOUT THIS IF I WANT TO. I THINK. I DON’T KNOW. MAYBE THIS IS WHAT GROWING UP FEELS LIKE. PROBABLY NOT THOUGH. ALSO IF YOU’RE A PARENT/DANCE CHILD AND YOU KNOW ME AND YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE HAVING A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE OF ME AND MY LIFE, YOU CAN GLADLY SCROLL PAST THIS/CLOSE THIS TAB AND I WILL STILL BE THE LOVING SECOND DAUGHTER YOU NEVER HAD.***
One spontaneous weekend, I got coaxed into going to Vegas with my best guy friend from high school and a few of his frat bros. The drive was long and boring, and I knew as much about his friends as I could know from their Instagrams, so I decided to hit them with the question that I always ask guys when I want to dig a little deeper: