Ok, so remember this post? The post about how I wasn’t dating anyone? Well I spoke too soon and I met someone. Except i’m now in a situation that reminds me of why I am way happier not dating anyone. You would think after 7 or so dates, you and that person communicate on a regular basis right? Nope. Not in this case. He goes missing for days at a time and it really freaking bugs me, but I don’t want to be that annoying girl who is like “WHY HAVEN’T YOU CALLED?!” And for those of you who are thinking ‘the phone works both ways’…. no it doesn’t. I’m so sick of being the one to always call the guy and ask the guy to hang out. It’s time for someone to chase me. With each day that goes by that I don’t hear from him, I get a little more over it. I also get a little more pudgier because I eat my feelings. And just like that I’ve turned this post into me whining about some guy who doesn’t want me to all this good food that I really want to make this weekend for myself while I sit in bed and watch Netflix.
Oh my goodness I am so excited for my first episode of ‘Don’t Roll Your Eyes at Me’. I’m venturing into the world of vlogging with the help of my roomate and bestie, Sarah. She’s only 22 and I am 25, but between the two of us, we have a lifetime of hilarious stories and some great relationship advice on just about any topic that relates to dating that you can think of. Trust me. Living in Los Angeles while in your 20′s is fun, but rough. Add dating into the mix and it is even more fun and even more rough. This week is just me, but Sarah will be joining me next week, so be sure to check it out!
I’ve been wanting to do this post for a while, but I’ve been debating if I should since I was thinking it might be an invasion of privacy for these guys, but then I realized nothing is private once you put it out on the internet or on an app so here we go.
I’ve been on Tinder for a while now and I’ve actually met a really cool guy who I have been hanging out with, so that proves that not all guys on dating sites are total weirdos, but one thing I like to do when I come across someones picture that makes me think “wtf”, I screen shot it. I thought I would share the best of my Tinder screen shots here.
Here we have Tyler who is 28. There are so many things I am getting from this picture. Tyler really loves traveling. He is a lamb whisperer. He is really good at photoshop. I mean, look at those mountains he put in the background! Tyler also seems to have no respect for the fact that this little girl just wants her pet back. Swipe left.
Ok Byron. A few things. Do you have a face? Is this your child? Are you a computer game nerd? Why is this your profile picture? Swipe left.
After stairing at this picture for a long time, I decided this is the type of humor I can appreciate. Swipe right.
Ok Randy. I really hope you show up on our date with a rifle to calm my nerves about the fact that i’m going on a date with someone i’ve never met before. Swipe left. btw which one are you?
Are you going to stare at my ass like that on our date too? Swipe left.
For the amount of times I have been wine tasting, I sure don’t know much about wine. I usually just pick the bottle that has the cutest label on it. Yes, i’m that person. I’m also that person that has a box of wine that has been sitting in her kitchen since Christmas. Anywho, I swear all this wine talk has a point. I went wine tasting with some of my very good friends in Central California recently. We rented a party bus and with the help of the $10 I pay every month for Spotify (a necessity), we had unlimited amounts of 90′s music to drink to as we drove around from winery to winery. I was a little nervous to get on the bus though since I ended up with a concussion from thelast time I was on one, but all ended well! Unless you are my friend Megan in which case, all ended passed out on the way back home.
2014 has been a really good year so far. 2009 was possibly the worst year of my life and the years since have been mediocre.
Good going 2014! I suppose I have to give myself some credit though. I’ve actively been trying to pursue a life filled with happiness. I’ve figured out 3 things that work for me:
1. I’m currently not dating anyone. Nope. No one.
A coworker of mine asked me the other day who I am seeing since we like to gossip about our love lives and when I said, ‘no one,’ she kind of stared at me like I was crazy. Rightfully so! I am always dating someone and I just can’t do it anymore. Dating someone takes so much out of you. Most people who don’t want to date use the excuse that they just don’t have ‘time.’ Oh I have time. If I care about someone, I will make time. What I don’t have right now is the emotional capacity to date someone and you know what? I don’t think that is a bad thing at all. I’m giving myself a break from constantly worrying if he is going to call or if he is going to like my Facebook status. It’s just not healthy.
2. Getting involved
I have been getting involved in a lot of communities in the Los Angeles area. I’ve been in an A Capella group for over two years now, but this season I decided to get more involved and be on the executive board. I’m also handling the twitter page and it is so much fun!Not only am I getting more involved with Top Shelf, I joined a community called Mosaic. They are a group focused on faith, hope and love. I’m meeting new people and I’m loving it!
So…I wasn’t born with the crafting skill, but I’ve been finding cool projects and trying them out like arm kitting a scarf and painting ceramic cups. Baby steps.
And those are the three things I’m doing in this new year to find happiness and these are some of the things and people I’ve been filling this new year with.
I really really really hope that New Years Eve was not a precursor to how the rest of my year is going to go. If so, I will be getting really drunk and making horrible decisions. I was so excited for New Years because I knew I would be taking a bunch of pictures and blogging about my awesome night. WRONG.
The night started off great. Around 4 p.m. I sat at my desk at work and thought to myself … ‘screw it i’m going home’ and left early to hit up Ralphs for some dinner supplies. Me and Sarah had some friends come over to our apartment before we all decided to walk down the street to Barney’s Beanery . Barney’s is one of mine and Sarah’s favorite hangouts and it was just about the only free place to get into on New Years.
I worked really hard on preparing dinner and I was really proud of my work! I made pasta, bruschetta, roasted carrots and brussel sprouts. I also made a salad, but I forgot the croutons so it doesn’t count.
And then we started drinking. And then I would like to forget the rest of the night. We got to Barneys and although it was pretty dead, there was a pretty good group of us there so it didn’t really matter. Unfortunately in that group, there was a boy, who I like and I shouldn’t and I need to get out of that relationship, but its very hard. Alcohol, new years and boys who don’t want to be with you are not a good mix for a good New Years Eve. Without spilling the details of the whole night, I let my anger and confusion and hurt for this boy get in the way of a friendship which is never cool. I’m now spending the beginning of my 2014 trying to repair a friendship. Not what I had in mind for 2014. At least I started the night out not being a total asshole.
I guess the whole night wasn’t a bust though. Thanks to me and my drunken confidence, Sarah got a kiss from our super hot waiter. Oh, and his number!
I know Christmas is over, but I have one more post! Last night some friends and I celebrated Friends Christmas. I think Friends Christmas is way better than real Christmas with your family because you always get presents that you actually like instead of random presents your extended family members get you since, in my case, they really don’t know me as well as my friends do. Who cares about presents though, right? I mean… I care a little bit, but the best part of Christmas and especially Friends Christmas for me was…
the food…the laughs…the failed crafting…the successful crafting…and most importantly, the fuzzy socks.
My best friend Jerrica, who I met in 9th grade spanish class, came down to Los Angeles for the day, she lives in San Luis Obispo which isn’t too far from here, but she is in a really intense architecture program at Cal Poly so she doesn’t have a lot of free time. Well it just so happened that on Tuesday she had to come down to look at a site for a project she is working on. It also just so happened that I didn’t need to go into work until 12:30. I love having a big girl job! We spent the morning walking around Downtown Los Angeles looking at all the old architecture, which is totally her thing…
…and eating yummy chocolate filled beignets and banana nut muffins at Bottega Louie, which is totally my thing.
When we were 18, we sat in Jerrica’s parents house in our little hometown talking about how someday we would move to Los Angeles. We planned to live together and then when we found successful jobs and successful boyfriends, we would move in with them, be engaged by 25, married by 28, kids by 30. Well, we did move to Los Angeles and we did live together, which lets be honest, was awful. Although she ended up moving out with her boyfriend, I moved into a small apartment in West Hollywood with my friend Sarah’s sister. I’ve hit 25 and I do have a job, but not a career and i’m definitely not engaged. I can’t speak for what will happen when I am 28 or even 30, but I kind of hope this whole trend of things I plan for my life not happening, actually continues. I can’t imagine where we would be if our living situation was successful. Would Jerrica have moved up to San Luis Obispo to go to Cal Poly and study architecture or would she have stayed in Los Angeles because she had an awesome roommate and an awesome living situation and a stable, yet unfulfilling job? Would she have met any of her new friends? Or even her latest boyfriend? Would I have spent all my time with a boyfriend and not have joined an acapella group and met some of the most amazing people and sung at the most amazing places? Would me and Jerrica have spent the morning exploring Downtown Los Angeles together? Would I be sitting in my comfy bed writing this blog? Probably not. So if I am 28 and not engaged, who cares. I’m where I am supposed to be (unless i’m 30 and still not engaged).
Winter is here! I always get excited around this time of year because I get to bundle up in super warm clothes that don’t show my arms, but then I go outside and have to take most of the layers off because I live in California and it really isn’t that cold. Merry Christmas to me. I recently went home for the Thanksgiving holidays and me and my sister decided to go play in the oak tree in our backyard like we use to when we were little. I decided why not make a photo shoot out of it? I’m from Northern California where it is a tad bit colder than Los Angeles and since I was excited that it would be cold outside and we could take super cute pictures in winter clothes, I put on boots, a black turtle neck, my GAP jeans (since those are the only kind that fit me right), my favorite scarf and my new jacket from the most wonderful place in the whole world, Target. I walked outside and immediately started burning up. I ended up going through about 2 wardrobe changes while complaining about the heat. I guess I got what I asked for though, shortly after I came back to Los Angeles, the temperature dropped and its been freezing…and guess who didn’t bring home her turtleneck?
It’s that time of year again! The holidays are here and for a short time I get to drive up to Northern California and sleep in my old room. I get to play with my poodle and I get to reminisce with all my old friends about how easy life use to be. My biggest problem in middle school was that the boy I was obsessed with didn’t like me. Now that I think about it, thats still a problem even at 25. Anywho, he didn’t just not like me, he hated me. I know it’s true because 6th grade me wrote down word for word the message that was relayed to me by one of his friends telling me exactly how much he hated me. After that entry, it only got worse. We had a Valentines Day dance and I bought a red dress with hearts all over it. I gave him my best 6th grade flirty eyes the whole night and he never once asked me to dance. I went and cried in the bathroom. I wouldn’t give up though. Every entry was closed out with a profession of my love for him and Justin Timberlake. I cried the day I found out he was moving to Fresno. All my advances had gone to waste. Until now.
A friend of mine text me the other day and told me she had found his instagram. I immediately searched for him and looked through every single one of his pictures. He definetely peaked in middle school, but I thought ‘whatever, i’ll follow him’. The next day I got a notification that he had commented on one of my pictures. At that moment in time, 6th grade Lindsay felt validated and all was well.
If I had a penny for every time a guy asked me to get drinks with him for a first date, well…you know the saying.
I was recently asked to go get drinks with a guy I met on Tinder. I was sick in bed last weekend and it was entertaining.
When I first moved to Los Angeles and started dating, I would get so excited to go get drinks with a guy at the local bar. I soon learned that drinks are not always the best option for a first date. Maybe this is just me, but I end up drinking too much and look like a lush. Not to mention I do and say things that sober me probably wouldn’t. I think it’s time I put an end to this “let’s get drinks” thing. Los Angeles is one of the biggest cities in America and the only thing you can take me out to do on a first date is drink? No thanks. Ok maybe. Seriously though, I would be very impressed if a guy took me out to any of these places…
I’m not a fancy shmancy kind of person so I really don’t need to be taken out to dinner at an expensive restaurant, but if you know me, you know I love steak. The way to my heart is through steak. Lots of it.
I love music and I love me a good museum so this is place is perfect! It’s downtown and by plenty of restaurants to go eat at as well. Besides, if I have to go on one more date to LACMA, I am going to scream.
Sometimes-most times, I want to be by myself. I will sit in my bed and watch movies or go on Facebook and stalk my exes. Everyone does it. It’s not weird. Sometimes though, I need to just get out. I was feeling pretty low the other day since once again, another dating adventure with a cute boy ended in flames all too soon and this time my bed couldn’t offer me any solace. I went to Solar de Cahuenga and decided that I would sit there on my own and stalk my exes in a public setting rather than in my bed. With my computer set up on the table, I looked like I was doing something really really important. That’s what living in Los Angeles is all about right? Looking important? Maybe someone thought I was writing a really cool and witty screenplay or something. I could only look and feel important for about an hour though because my meter would expire and if you live in L.A, you know that your worst enemy is parking enforcement. Since I only had a limited time to eat this deliciousness below, I probably looked like a poor girl in her 20′s eating her emotions and scarfing my food down rather than an important screenwriter.
Wouldn’t you scarf these banana pancakes down too?
Halloween is almost here! I was never allowed to celebrate this holiday when I was little due to my parents being super Christian, but the one thing I was allowed to do was carve and paint pumpkins. I wasn’t allowed to put a candle in them though because the neighborhood children would come to our door and ask for candy. What an awful thing. I don’t get excited about dressing up on the 31st, but as you can tell from the pictures below. I love me some pumpkin patchin and paintin!
Forget Christmas or New Years or even that silly Valentines Day that Hallmark apparently created to make money. I’m going out on a limb here and saying that Halloween is the most romantic holiday. Why, you ask? I’ll tell you.
When I was in 5th grade, I had the biggest crush on a boy named…let’s call him Erick. According to Facebook, he’s a bad boy now. He was also a bad boy back then, but he hadn’t been to jail at that point in life so girls still wanted him. My best friend Alexis and I both had a crush on him and each week he would flirt with one of us then switch his attention to the next one the following week, but we were too young and in love to notice he was playing both of us. The week of Halloween, he was showing me alot of attention-more than usual. I thought for sure he would be my boyfriend by the weekend.
I thought wrong. Our teacher brought in a giant pumpkin that was so big that about 6 or 7 of us could fit our hands in to scoop out the seeds. Well Erick found my hand in the sea of goo mixed with 5th grade kid germs and held it for five seconds. At that moment I knew he had made me his girlfriend. My dreams had come true. I wasn’t the only girl with her hand in the pumpkin though. Alexis’ was as well.
When the bell rang, me and Alexis ran to the bathroom to wash up and before I could even tell her about my new boyfriend she started bragging about how Erick held her hand in the pumpkin. I was devastated. He was the first and last boy I ever carved a pumpkin with and still to this day, my ultimate dream is to go with a cute boy to a pumpkin patch, go home, carve our perfect pumpkins together, then bake the seeds and eat them while we drink wine and watch Halloween Town.
And that my friends, is why Halloween is the most romantic holiday (in my eyes). I’ve kissed a boy every 12 a.m. January 1st as far back as I can remember and I have received plush toy poodles stuffed with butterfingers for Valentines Day, but give me something I haven’t had. A good pumpkin carving session with a cute boy who’s only grabbing my hand inside the pumpkin, and I will be one happy girl.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I like the internet more than real life so when lunch time hits at work, instead of joining everyone else in the cramped kitchen and having to answer questions about how my weekend was, and listening to how boring everyone else’s weekend was, I eat my lunch at my desk while I read blogs and check the news. My eyes hate me.
I was checking out NY Mag and I found an advice column by a lady named “Clio, Muse of History” and laughed when I read this question.
How do you politely ask someone’s height over a hookup app?
A Woman of Curiosity
As I was reading I kept thinking, ‘Why is this even a question? Why would a guy be afraid to ask a girl how tall she is?’ Then I realized, she signed the question as, “A Woman of Curiosity”. Game changer.
I’m lucky enough that most men I meet are much taller than my 5’3″ frame. I never have to worry about being taller than a guy if I want to wear heels. Not to mention, no matter who i’m standing next to, I automatically feel small which is a total confidence booster! Some girls don’t have that luxury unfortunately. My office mate at work is model tall and we had a conversation last week about how she is not pursuing things with a guy she went on a date with because he is shorter than her. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t wrap my brain around this reasoning. I kept telling her “Look at Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes!”, which didn’t help the situation much. I dropped the conversation, but couldn’t help to feel that she was being a tad bit superficial.
A few days later I was out at a bar and a man started talking to me and when I had to look slightly down at him, I understood how she felt. I know this is a terrible and awful thing to feel, but I felt it. I wrote him off quite fast as I felt huge standing next to him. After he could tell I wasn’t interested, he started talking to other people and I felt really bad because i’m sure this guys height is an issue for him in the dating world. What is it about a man’s height that makes most women write short guys off? Who says tall is beautiful? I realize now that the only reason I wrote this guy off was because I felt huge next to him and that I was projecting my own insecurities on to someone else and in return I probably made him feel insecure, which is just way too much insecurity to be floating around.
This guy that I turned away could have been the most amazingly nice, caring and supportive guy in the world and I will never know because I wrote him off due to something trivial.
So ladies, next time you meet a short man, overweight man, super tall man, not gorgeous man or anyone who doesn’t fit your ‘type’, give him a chance. You might be surprised at what someone else has to offer other than their physical appearance.
Happy October! Since it is not only my roommate Sarah’s favorite month out of the year, but also her birthday month, I decided to feature her on the blog. This last Sunday I had the pleasure of going up to Griffith Park with her to hang out and get her advice/thoughts about dating. Not that we don’t talk about this kind of thing on a daily basis, but usually these kinds of talks involve me laying in bed with wine crying about a new guy every week and her rolling her eyes. This time we had a fun photo shoot and no tears to go with the girl talk.
I told her to wear something that she would on a date and she really did. I think she has worn this brown and green velvet sweater she found at Buffalo Exchange on almost every first date she has been on since she got it a few months back. Sarah’s style is always changing although she has been super inspired by 60′s and darker fashions lately, but one thing never changes; she never fails to leave the apartment with her hair curled, her lips painted a dark hue and heels. Big, black, chunky heels. I was totally shocked when she chose to wear sandals this day. I thought for sure the uneven pavement and dirt trails wouldn’t stop her from wearing her precious heels.
I didn’t realize until now, but it is fitting we chose to go to Griffith Park for inspiration for this blog post since she actually has been on a date here. (My advice!) It also happened to be one of the best dates she has ever been on even though it didn’t end up working out. The guy made bow ties for a living. Hipster much? I’ve been on enough dates to know the good spots around this town though. I guess you could say i’ve been “around the block”.
Another one of Sarah’s favorite date outfits includes this leather jacket which captures her perfectly. She might be little, but she is tough. She knows what she wants, when she wants it and how she wants it. She doesn’t put up with shit from any guys and won’t allow me to either- even though I never listen to her and always end up kicking myself for it.
I also know for a fact that Sarah has worn this jacket on a date because I was actually there. It was a double date and possibly one of the worst dates either of us had ever been on. We met the guys on Ok Cupid . We saw that they had a joint account and so we made our own joint account just to contact them. If you see Sarah AND Lindsay’s profile, say hi! We ended up scoring a date with them and met up for drinks at Bar Lubitsch down the street from our apartment. Halfway through the night we were forced to get drunk out of boredom and we ditched them to go eat potato wedges at the local diner down the street. Yes, this leather jacket has definitely been through some stuff.
The great thing about Sarah is that she is fun and flirty which guys fall all over. She can go to a bar and have any guy eating out of the palm of her hand (gross). Or buy her a drink. Lets go with that one. I love going out with her because we become a team. We don’t take going out lightly. We have alter ego’s and we stick to those alter ego’s until we have fully refilled the drinks in our hands. The last time we went out, we pretended we were extras on “The Famous Jett Jackson”. People in L.A will believe anything. Especially if you are a cute girl.
Dating at this age is a hard thing to do, especially in L.A. She might only be 21 (almost 22), but Sarah is beyond her years when it comes to guys. She is strong and doesn’t let herself get wrapped up in her emotions. She looks at relationships for what they really are and not what she wants them to be. She doesn’t force things or stress over things that aren’t happening for her, which i’ll admit is a tough one for me and most people in their 20′s, and she does it all while looking beautiful!
Take a look at some personal and not so personal questions I asked her about cute boys and her dating life below.