The bites; they've scabbed. The itching; it's stopped. The wounds; they've healed. I can walk forward.
3rd and Demonbreun
We worked until we didn't, and I question if we ever did.
CTAB. Lemme just say this real quick thing.
elaboration on the song choices for coffee with him | the right track
On the right track.
Why don’t we call things what they are? I just want to understand what’s going on. My head always has the final word.
sunday morning colors
That’s gotta be a healthy sign of...of something. Right?
As a typical Leslie, I literally never saw the strong Chris side of me until after this one month of Bumble dating TripleB (only good things, BTW).
This is me settling for the sake of expressing at least something over nothing at all. Please remember this one kiss, the one from your first true Nashville fan.
I have a date! If you have been reading my blog, you'll know this isn't necessarily anything new. This date, however, is going to be different. I know it.
His pictures were pretty normal. Half were of him, the other half of barely-made-it-in-the-shot pics of him on a hill or in a lake or on a boat. This said to me he liked adventure. And, honestly, he looked like every other dude on Tinder.
When a guy asks you out on a first date and takes you to what seems like a slight step above a Shakey's Pizza to make his first impression, flee the scene! Don't be like me!
Now that I'm living in Nashville, am all nice and settled in to my new place, and am ready to start living my life, preferably not alone, I hopped on the online dating boat again and all I'm catching is catfish.
My first weekend in town, despite my sleepwalking exhaustion, I decided to check out some free music festival called Live on the Green downtown (there are so many free things that happen in this city which is great as I'm pretty broke after the cross-country move). Rather than spend the same amount of money on parking … Continue reading die in an uber, live on the green