Not going to lie. Kind of wish I was back there reliving this whole adventure.
I wish I could tell my stories—I have lots from this month.
Good dating stories. (AKA I mean stories that I have to tell and laugh about because otherwise I will end up crying because they're just awful).
Seriously. These things shouldn't happen in real life.
Alas, because I've chosen to keep the blog open to the public, I cannot share these stories for fear that those poor men will stalk me (which I know of one that currently is doing that). If you want to know, I'm happy to share via phone call, email, or in person.
All I ask is that afterwards you tell me that it's really okay that I didn't choose to go on a second date with these guys. That I could do better.
Other than dating stories, I'm dressing warmly...
Spending lots of time at the gym.
Struggling to get through my homework and final projects for school (PS... I'm totally blogging in order to avoid doing more....),
trying to get my feet under me after an onslaught of projects at work,
and counting down until I'm back in San Diego for Christmas.
Fall is beautiful.
