I'll continue to roam, process, live, and most of all, love.
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).
The best part of fall? Dates. On rooftops. In boots and rompers. With schmancy cocktails in hand. The worst part of fall? Falling for someone.
I never saw it coming. We fell in love. Until next time can't come soon enough.
For now, I am not going to write to experience life, I am simply going to live. That includes allowing a trip down THE I-65 to just be a trip, not an existential crisis.
I didn't do needles then, and I don't do them now. I was and will be scared. I was and will be brave. I was and always will be me.
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.
Can we just all agree that showers are the best part of any day?
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.
When you live in a new city, and when you're me, you have to put in a solid effort to meet people and make friends.
Dresses are fancy. Sandals are a sometimes shoe. No one carries a purse. Thick thighs will be noticed. Lotion is required. Brains tie this look together for one stunning, sexy presentation.
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.
Nashville is everything I imagined it to be, nothing I imagined it to be, and everything in-between. There is so much coming at me all at once that I am only able to process so much at once (I think this is called sensory overload) and it is all very new, exciting, stressful, beautiful, fascinating, and every other adjective that once could possibly cram into one sentence; it's everythingful.
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
Welcome to Nashville as seen through my lens. I'm new to Nashville, just moved here from Southern California, and write about what it is like to be me, a single lady with an overactive mental-monologuing mind...