Here’s Your Sign Not to Ghost Them
Let’s set the scene: you meet someone while you’re out. You two really hit it off, you’re dancing together, the chemistry is there, and you might have even just experienced a flutter of butterflies. You’re so caught up in the music and each other’s company that you don’t realize the night is closing out. As you two linger and the music volume continues to dim, you figure why not and exit together, hand in hand. You have what you think is the perfect night, just the right ratio of talking and not talking. You walk out the next morning, fitted up in a mix-match of your jeans from the night before and a new oversized hoodie. As you mobile order your Starbucks and hurry home to debrief with your roommate, you can’t help but hope the night before was the start of something special.
Table For One, Please!
I realized that this summer will be the first in quite some time that I fully intend on being single. No boyfriend. No one I’m “talking” to. No interest in the whole Tinder/dating apps scene. Basically, my internet besties, we’ve got no prospects. And it’s (largely) by design.
You’re Your Own Damn Everything.
You are your own damn everything. No one is more you than you. No one can understand you the way you do. I guarantee that the love you are seeking to give or receive from other’s is precisely the love you wish you would give yourself. Forget who you will disappoint. Take the risk. Get your cute a$$ in the driver’s seat. Ask yourself what you’re afraid of. Discern for yourself what sets your soul on fire.