This post has been a long time coming. If you’ve kept up with my online dating history, you know it’s been a weird ride. I’ve entertained myself on Bumble and experienced other weird blind dates, but my recent dating life has been pretty tame.
Tame, excluding the hippie/trumpet player/personal trainer I went on a few dates with a few months ago. Yeah, tame isn’t exactly the right word for him.
Yowza, last month was a whirlwind. Give me one long weekend and I somehow turn back into a college freshman. Despite many beverages consumed and my current mantra that I’m never drinking again, the past few weekends were worth it. Now, let’s reflect.
If you’re a woman and you browse the Internet from time to time, you’ve probably noticed a hot beauty trend sweeping the nation. Ladies are shaving their faces. Now, I guess this has been going on since shaving was invented, but considering I’m not a beauty blogger, don’t have noticeable facial hair, and suck at adopting trends, I’m late to the party.
Despite that, I decided to give the trend a try and shaved my entire face.
Before I dive into this, I’m clearing up the obvious. Is it wrong to be on a dating app over the age of 30? The answer is no, absolutely not. If I’m still snookin’ for love in five years, you bet your ass I’ll be trolling for dudes on the Internet.
That being said, something happens between 29 and 30. Dudes start wearing those sporty dad sunglasses and an overwhelming feeling of bitterness seems to creep into their dating bios. Now, this is not going to stop me from dating dudes who are at least 30, but men, you can do better than this.
I’ve officially been back from London for more than 10 days, so that means it’s officially time to STFU, move on with my life and plan the next adventure. If you caught part 1, you know that the beginning of the trip was filled with touristy things, sightseeing and 350 hours on buses (ugh).
It’s time to follow me down the rabbit hole and break down the rest of the week.
After a little over a week of recovering from
my hangover jet lag and a cold, I’m ready to reflect on my absolutely epic trip to London town. I did a pretty dope internship across the pond back in 2012, so this mini trip felt like a long time coming. Thank the lawd Tina accompanied me and put up with my diva travel habits for an entire week.
If you’re going on a diet and not posting it about it on every social media site in the universe, are you really on a diet? The answer is no. And it’s a “lifestyle change”, you idiot. Now, you know I’ve obnoxiously accomplished The Whole30, which means I now have the right to brag about how knowledgeable and healthy I am and how I know how to read food labels.
Due to an obsession with consuming the macaroni and cheese at my work cafeteria multiple times a week, I’m now embarking on a health journey once again. I’m following loose Whole30 guidelines, but incorporating foods made with Whole30 ingredients (naughty) and continuing to drink booze because I’ve already been a psycho once and I don’t think I can do it again. For all of you haters – yes, I know this isn’t the real Whole30. Calm down and read on for one of my favorite healthy treats – cauliflower tortillas!
As a Little Italy resident, I get a nice little taste of what’s new and trending in San Diego. Luckily for me, the Music Box is semi-new to the neighborhood, and I finally got the chance to take this live music venue for a test drive. Cue The Winehouse Experience, apps and some craft brews (ok, one PBR too).
Now that Thanksgiving has passed and my stomach has settled, I’m excited to reflect on one of the best foodie events of the year, the San Diego Bay Wine & Food Festival! My experience last year was nothing short of amazing, and not much has changed this time around. Between the Fish Taco TKO and the Grand Tasting, this week is better than that one Real Housewives of Orange County episode where Alexis discovers Smirnoff Ice in the middle of a Texas BBQ.