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?
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.
I want to go on a date to El Chavo. It’s this little Mexican restaurant on Sunset Blvd towards Silverlake. One of my girlfriends took me there a couple months ago and I have been dying to go back! With a boy. Do you ever feel bad when you go somewhere with your girlfriends and you think “Wow this would be really romantic/fun if I were on a date right now”? Not that girlfriends aren’t fun! Some places just scream ‘date’ at you. This is one of those places. At first it seems super sketchy when you park in the gravel lot in the back alley and enter through the back door, but once you make your way down the steps you can choose to go right to the cozy bar area or left to the dining room which is dim lit (every girl looks great in dim lighting!) and decorated with pinatas, sombreros and vibrant colors. Give me a house margarita, some beef tacos and a boy and i’ll be a happy girl!
Wow this weekend was amazing. I was invited to San Diego at the last minute to celebrate my friend Damien’s birthday. He had a comped room at The Hotel Del Coronado and four of us enjoyed $15 dollar mojitos by the pool. I don’t even want to think about all of the work I had to do to buy that one drink, but hey, I was on vacation! The hotel was celebrating 125 years of being open and they had attendants working the elevator which was a nice touch. It was also a nice touch when my friend, who is wheelchair bound due to muscular dystrophy and I tried to get on the elevator after dinner and the attendant told us it was closed because he was going home and the next attendant had not shown up for work. WTF. Needless to say, we couldn’t take the stairs so we found a maintenance man who took us through the kitchen to a nice, big, working service elevator. All in all it was quite the experience.
Regardless of the neglect for handicapped people at the hotel, it was really nice to get out of Los Angeles and just lounge around with some good friends and not have to worry about doing laundry, cleaning the dishes, or stressing over boys.
Date one and I have now been talking off and on mostly through text, but as much as I want to feel it, i’m not. Through text messages, he is hilarious and witty and such a dream, but in person, the guy is a total snooze according to my roommate, he is “the ugly guy I met on Ok Cupid”.
All is not lost! As the saying goes, “there are plenty of fish in the sea” and I’ve seemed to have caught another. I met him through some friends a few weeks ago and we have been talking non-stop lately. I’m trying not to get too excited about this one though. If there is anything I’ve learned from the long list of guys I’ve dated, nothing ever works out the way I think or want it to. I guess we will just have to see how this one plays out.