I consider myself to be a strong, independent woman. However, there's a very simple way to turn me into a sixteen year old girl in a matter of seconds - a text from a new beau. During the first few months of dating my now boyfriend, my heart rate would speed up every time my phone lit up with a text message. Is it him?! (I have to admit, I tend to get just as giddy seven months into dating whenever I get a text from him.) The first couple months of dating someone is a roller coaster of excitement and utter fear. No one wants to get hurt and everyone wants to be loved. When you're trying to connect and impress with
It was a Thursday after a long work day, but I had the energy of a Kindergartner after nap time. I rushed home to shower, freshen up my makeup, and scramble through my closet for the perfect first date outfit. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. A first date outfit must make you look like a jaw-dropping babe but in a subtle way where he's going to think you look like that all the time with minimal effort. I remember walking up the stairs to the rooftop bar to meet him. I saw him standing at the top and my legs started to feel like jello; the man is gorgeous. "Do not trip, do not trip, do not trip."