Now reality tells me I’m crazy, I don’t have time for this “more” I’m dreaming about but if I add some liquid merriment and the holiday atmosphere coupled with a little Mariah Carey or Wham to my day and it seems to turn into some sort of intoxicating love potion of delusion.
Recently I spent a weekend getting naked in hotel rooms and it was better than I ever thought it would be.
Before you get the wrong idea, I had a bunch of photoshoots lined up and I got to play model for a day since they all happened to fall on the same weekend.
The Fraser Valley Women’s Expo offers a fantastic day out with girlfriends, Mothers and Daughters to relax, get pampered, and have fun. Highlights of the event include great shopping at over 200 exhibits, free samples, exciting entertainment, free makeovers, fashion shows, informative workshops, cooking theatre demos, food and wine sampling, career and business resources, decorating and travel ideas, entertainment, health and wellness advice, fantastic prizes, and much more. It’s truly the ultimate girl’s day out.
Have I turned into a cold hearted sociopath? I’m pretty sure I took a Facebook quiz once that warned me of that very thing. Is no longer having a single fuck to give a real thing? I am starting to think that I’ve reached my threshold of crap and I may actually be dead inside.
Most people just throw the word around like candy and often use love interchangeably with lust and the meaning of the word has really gotten lost somewhere in translation.
Most of the time people will say it because they think they should, they’ll say it because they think someone wants to hear it but do they ever really mean it?
If you’re single you’re viewed as being flawed or damaged in someway. You get the constant, “Oh, you’re still single.” accompanied by the pity smile every time you head to an event solo. Maybe you come from a family who can’t deal with your single-ness and every family gathering turns into a discussion about how you aren’t getting any younger and you need to find a good man before you loose your looks and no one wants you anymore.
I have many issues, I don’t trust easily and it can take me months before I’ll let my guard down even a little. Like pretty much anyone else in the world who has ever been on a date I’ve been hurt, I’ve been used and I’ve been let down.
I apparently have a “type”. Not that I’m saying all men are the same but the ones I meet kind of are.