Summa Summa Time

This is the time of year that I struggle with. The sun starts to shine, my skin tans, and my eyes take on an amber hue and suddenly I’m checking out every man in my vicinity. I tend to be the opposite of any other human being. During normal “cuffing season” (winter time/ holiday time) I want to be single as can be because I do NOT want to deal with attending a significant others’ family gatherings and want to be as fat and happy as can be. But if the sun starts shining, it’s a whole other story.

I’m always happy as can be as a single woman, but once the sun starts shining all I can think about is how I’m going home to drink wine in the sun alone. Today I made a dire mistake. I contemplated switching to having just one phone that works as a work phone and personal phone so then I decided to filter through my work phone to clear it of my personal footprints and ended up finding a text thread of my ex’s and mine while my personal phone was MIA. And then I read it. We talked about heading to Council Crest park after work for a picnic, our trip out of town that weekend, and then planning a summer vacation. What a kick in the ass.

Even now, as I write this, I don’t feel lonely. This is the hard part. If I felt lonely I would psycho-analyze and figure out why the hell I’m not satisfied with my own company but tonight is different. I don’t miss my ex, regardless of reading our text thread, nor do I feel sad that I don’t have a boyfriend. For god’s sake I just want to be able to text someone in the last moments of my work day and be like “skeet skirt” and have him understand that I really just want to go on a drive on the back roads and lose myself in the sunshine.

My cuffing season is summer. I want to spend my evenings drinking wine in the backyard, and my weekends speeding down sunny back roads on the way to outdoor adventures. I am STRUGGLING you guys. Tonight I was like, should I go on Tinder to see what’s on there? Luckily I was sane enough to realize I will never find what I want on Tinder.

The thing is, I always want to be single while having a physical thAng on the side, but that wasn’t how I felt today. For fucks sake, literally all I wanted was someone who would have a glass of wine poured for me, and some great conversation on the lounge chairs in my backyard. These are the moments that being fabulously alone are tough. Instead I sped on back roads on my way home, poured myself a glass of wine, and called all of my best friends when I got home so I would have some company.

It sucks. Being single isn’t always easy, but I do know I’ll have a lot of fun this summer, even if  I don’t have a man.

For now I’ll listen to “Bendin’ Corners” by E-40 (skeet skirt) on my own and think forward to the days I’ll have someone who knows what I mean when I walk into the house and yell “SKEET SKIRT” and like, who will be in the car ready for me so we can go on drives in the sun.

It ain’t always easy.



P.S. If you don’t know what “skeet skirt” is, then we’re probably not that close.

P.P.S. Race car

P.P.P.S. this makes me think of another one of my relationship rules- If you don’t know how to drive a stick; we can’t be together. Not sorry.


Fight Me

Picture this: I’m sitting in the rare sunshine that decided to grace us with its presence after being absent for too long, and I take a sip of wine and just smile. I mean, someone has to be disgustingly happy to randomly smile for no explainable reason. This my friends signifies true happiness. I’m sitting alone, not thinking about some random guy nor big things that are happening this year and I’m just smiling.

It feels so great to finally get here; truly fabulously alone. I have definitely been happy with being single for a long time, but I have never felt so effortlessly grounded and happy as I have in this moment. So what did I do? Grab my laptop because strong emotion means great writing.

About a week ago a guy randomly messaged me on Instagram after seeing it linked to my Tinder (also who does this? If we don’t match it’s for a reason), but I decided to message him back because it was 6 in the morning and I was pretty much delirious with lack of sleep. We were in the usual “what do you do for work” part of acting like each other’s presence doesn’t completely revolt us, and then he asked the dreaded “so why are you single?”. I told him that I wasn’t looking for a relationship because I was thriving on my own. He replied with “so you can’t thrive and be in a relationship? That’s a new one”… um, really dude? So old me would have jumped into the endless blackhole of “you don’t know me” but adult me just said “this is escalating quickly… have a great day!”

Y’ALL. It went south so quickly! He jumped into “now I see why you’re single” and the most popular of “you probably hook up with a ton of random guys” and my favorite of “you think this is escalating quickly?” I really wish I could make this up. But wait, I just barely managed to catch a screenshot before he blocked me on Instagram before I had a chance to really educate him about the freedom to do and be whatever the fuck I want to be. Here’s proof-


So naturally, I had to put him on blast on Instagram… Don’t judge, I’m not that whole yet.

Let me explain something really quickly- It is 100% okay for me to want to be alone. It is 100% okay for any of you to want to be single. It is NOT bad if you’re single, nor will a relationship ever feed you any sort of bullshit happiness that you’re craving. Be happy with yourself, and then if you still want to be with someone than look for that. Me? I am ridiculously happy on my own (ie. smiling in the sun like a fucking idiot for no reason). THAT is happiness. Posting photos of your boo on Facebook and calling him your king when you’re depressed because you’re his puppet… That is not happiness. Let me say it again. Happiness does NOT mean you are in a relationship, and have someone to bring home on Easter. Happiness is sitting by your damn self on Easter with your wine and being satisfied with your own presence.

Now to speak to this random guys concern (I literally don’t even know his first name, welcome to online dating), a relationship can certainly ruin the fact that I’m thriving on my own. The sheer fact that I’m thriving on my own and can recognize that a relationship may hinder that speaks to my own self awareness. I recognize that I’m most happy when I’m alone or with my girlfriends. When I think back to my old relationships I have a terrible habit of allowing my own happiness to depend on their presence. Which is exactly why I don’t want a relationship. Do I still need help sometimes when I get new car parts and have no idea how to install them, and wish I had a boyfriend to install them for me? Yeah. Do I get invited to another family function and am again the only single one, do I wish for a boyfriend? Yeah. Do I lay in bed sometimes and literally imagine the feel of another persons skin? Yes. And that’s okay, it’s human nature.

BUT, in the grand scheme of things I’m really happy on my own and I’m not willing to compromise that right now. Maybe in a few months I’ll feel confident enough to know that I can maintain my own happiness without the constant reassurance of a man, and I’ll decide to start dating again. But for now, I am amazing on my own, and I dare someone to argue with me on this.

Let me repeat myself- it is OKAY to be alone at holiday regardless of your family’s opinions. It is perfectly fine to be alone when you’re at a big work get-together, and it is acceptable to want to be alone. There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re simply secure with your own self and to get to this point is the biggest mountain to climb.

Yeah, I’m stupid happy on my own, and if you don’t understand the concept then let’s sit and have a glass of wine and I’d love to talk about it for hours. Singledom and being forever and happily alone is a feat, and I’d love to help  you get there.

With love,

Your really fucking heated Gemini who is ready to fight anyone who tries to argue with me about this subject… but also lemme educate you in the best of ways, Gabby


There’s No Ex in Friends

Hi friends!

Notice I called you all my friends, because I am pretty confident none of my ex’s visit my blog. Now today I’m sure I’ll get some disapproving looks or really passionate comments on Facebook, but I’m here to convince you why ex’s can’t be friends, and why you should stop taking it seriously when someone says “but we can still be friends, right?”

False. *pours a glass of wine*

Disclosure time- I’m only referring to relationships 6 months or over, and even 6 months seems pretty short. After one of my ex’s told me that we could still hit up car shows together, I realized how silly the notion of being friends with your ex is. No really, think about it. We would wake up bright and early, stop by Coffee Rush, and cruise on over to a car show holding hands over the shift knob. Yeah, that sounds SUPER friendly.

Let me give you some advice- when someone says “let’s just be friends” or “but we can still be friends” and you guys were in a legitimate relationship, that means that they’re just not into you (if they broke up with you), or that they can’t stand not having you in their life at all (if you broke up with them), and if that’s the case than they should have realized that while you were in the relationship. In both cases, it is not worth trying to be friends. Let’s say it was possible, let’s try this out.

We wake up in separate beds, text each other “aye, we still on for the show?” and then decide to grab breakfast first. Maybe in a group of people it’s not so bad but let’s be real. You’re sitting at the table knowing that they’re going to order extra powdered sugar on those pancakes, and for some reason can’t seem to stay focused on the menu you’re trying to study. Now you’re at the car show, and you resist every temptation to grab their hand like you had so many times in the past, and you stop to grab a beer at concessions. Out of habit you order a Hefeweizen for him since you know his favorite drink, and then kick yourself internally because friends don’t order for each other. Now you’re having a good time at the show, probably distracted, and you think to yourself “hey this isn’t so bad!”, and then it’s time to wrap up. Everyone starts going their own way, and say their goodbyes. Do you hug? Do you just nod to each other like you haven’t slept with each other? no. no. no. This is all wrong! Friendship isn’t constantly filtering what you’re doing.

Let me say it again- you’re not supposed to think about each action or each word you say when you’re around a friend in fear of giving them the wrong impression. That is not friendship.

If I still haven’t convinced you, let me ask you one question. Did you remain friends with this person and hang out outside of a group for more than a few months after your relationship ended? I didn’t think so. It’s okay to have someone in your life for years and say goodbye. Not everyone is meant to stay, and not everyone is meant to serve a purpose in your life for eternity. I know that sounds bad, but you learn and you move in and that is totally okay.

I love you friends,


P.S. I only drank one glass of wine throughout this post. Who am I?!

Hi, It Me

Welp, here I am; reporting for duty with some updates on what’s going on in my boring life. Seriously, when did my life get so boring?

Okay, but actually I have super exciting news! I’m proud to announce that me, myself, and I have gotten approved for a home loan! I’m now on the hunt for the perfect dwelling and you know I have a lot to pack in one little space; Me, my animals, my huge hair (actually I chopped it off…), all of my wine, and of course my attitude. Maybe a condo for lil ol’ me will be too small?

I also mostly quit smoking! I know the mostly part sounds sketchy but it was a pretty brutal transition and I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t smoke nor vape when I’m alone… Now when I’m with other smokers it’s hard to resist so I’m still working on that part. At least I’m honest right?!

Besides that I chopped my hair off and if you’re not careful I’ll ask for the manager because I insist, these coupons are NOT expired…


I also got a new car! Yes yes yes yes! I’m very happy. She is my little bit of sunshine and Vitamin D (I’m sure you thought I was going somewhere different with that)… she’s also quick too, and OH I love that I have a bright car to match my dark soul! Say hello to sassy lil Lola-


AND in less than two weeks I’ll be in beautiful Napa Valley with my best girlfriends and with the recent fires we’re making an effort to conserve water by drinking champagne and wine. Ya know, saving the world!


Now you’re waiting for the news about a new guy right? Well, sorry to disappoint but I am still SUPER single. Today I was sitting outside in the little bit of sunshine we had with my girlfriend and we were both swiping away on Tinder. We came across swingers, two naked men, a man in a woman’s bathing suit, and of course a lot of fuckboys. If that doesn’t sum up my dating life, I don’t know what else would.

Anyways I don’t know why I’m on my blog right now. I have literally nothing worth saying besides sharing my exciting start to 2018. I noticed I have a few frequent visitors on the site even when I don’t post, so whoever you are; I see you and I love the support. It makes me feel like maybe I can drop by and say hey even when I have nothing meaningful to share.

I suppose I can’t close without SOME sort of advice so here it is, listen up- whatever you’re waiting for, stop. Stop waiting for a man to come along to buy a house. Stop waiting for a bonus to get a shiny new car. Stop waiting for an apology and “I fucked up” text from your ex, and DEFINITELY stop being mean to yourself and trust me, I had to remind myself of that one today. Stop looking in the mirror and thinking about the stretch marks, and stop thinking about how fat that ass has gotten.

Buy the house, take the vacation, get a new number, smack that fat ass, blow a kiss at your reflection, and for fucks sake… get some sunshine in your life and just enjoy this moment. Right now.



With mere weeks left of 2017, I’ve begun reflecting back on the past year and let me tell you… it’s quite honestly been the most disappointing year of my life. It hasn’t been the most tragic or painful, nor the happiest but somewhere in between which almost makes it worse. Like nothing significant enough happened to ensue self pity, and yet nothing great happened either and that in itself was a huge learning opportunity for myself. My life has always been one of extremes containing magnificent highs, and disturbing lows… except this year. It was weird!

Anyways, one of the things that I noticed that left me thinking was being the only one that’s 100% single, and not dating. I was in multiple relationships this year, and yet when they ended it was like my whole sense of desire died with them. Again, weird. A lot of my really close friends also went through changes in their existing relationships and I thought to myself “holy shit, we’re actually all single!”, and that’s still mostly true… except they’re still dating like sane people. Now let me tell you, it’s not like the opportunity hasn’t risen, actually quite the opposite. It’s like the ghosts of boyfriends past  all came rushing out of my closet of secrets all at once, and I even had some new opportunities come up but I quite honestly have 0 desire to even talk to people. This has been the scenario that’s been on repeat for the last few months:

Friend: “so…. tell me… any new guys?”

Me: “Oh hell no. It’s like a desert up in here. DRY AS A DESERT.”

Friend: *laughs* “what happened to your hoe phase?”

Me: “Girl. I am so bored, uninterested, and frankly mortified by these predictable mofo’s that I can’t even bring myself to enter into a hoe phase with them”.

So yeah. That sums it up. I’m sick of the “what’s up sexy” and the “send me pics” and the “you’re so damn beautiful though… how?” Like for gods sake dude is that all you’ve got?!

Regardless I wouldn’t ever stoop that low in my past, but I could at least have some fun and flirt! Now I just toss my phone to the side and think about the next time I have to go to the gym because even THAT is more entertaining at this point. Now, back to my original point…

My friends are all actually dating really great guys! Now, there doesn’t seem to be any guarantees for them yet but they’re all genuinely enjoying themselves in their dating escapades and I’m actually stoked for them. Not going to lie, I was jealous as fuck at first. I was thinking “damn, I need me one good guy.” but then I realized, if they were in my shoes would I want them thinking that way, and I instantly snapped out of it. Even I have my moments I am less than proud of! I just know that I’m exhausted from the effort that goes into dating so I’m taking a little bit of a vacation. This will include a lot of TV, trying to better some of my bad habits, and a lot of girls nights that include all of the latest gossip about their dating adventures.

So here I’ll be, awaiting the recap text of the date my friend just went on while swerving dudes who can’t come up with something more interesting than “when can I see you?”.



Don’t Be Me

Wow, it’s been quite a while. Quite honestly I don’t have any exciting dates to update you on since I have been pretty much single AF for the last month. As Slug from Atmosphere says, “I’m such a mess with love and sex” and it is totally true for me. I guess I just missed writing and after almost a whole bottle of wine to myself on a Monday I felt the need to find something to say.

Last you guys heard about my therapy (look at me trying to improve myself), I had just started going. Now one of my “goals” is to go on just one date in the next 3 months. Well, it’s already been 1 month and I have gone on all of zero dates. I canceled two dates, caught up with an old friend who then propositioned me for sex even though I thought we were just catching up, and then I had one ex ask me for “cuddles” even though I told him I was not interested in seeing him again. SERIOUSLY. And then there is one guy who I really, REALLY want to get involved with but ya know, I like him too much which means I act nonchalant and refuse to actually give a shit. Even through this, I’ve realized one thing in the past month… I am seriously fucked up. I can’t get it together in my dating life and have no clue when I’ll go on a real date. My hot and married therapist will soon start dragging me to the bar by my hair and be forced to be my wingman. Honestly not mad about this.

I wish I had some inspiration or sassy advice for you about dating, relationships, or even singledom but I’ve honestly got nothing. I am a shit show right now trying to figure out my feelings, and can’t seem to get a handle on even my every day life. I guess the only thing I have is DON’T do what I’m doing right now. Don’t go on dates because you’re bored, or because you want free food (honestly how do people sit with someone for 2 hours making awkward conversation). Additionally, drink lots of wine with your girlfriends. Also spend Sundays in bed with them watching Hulu because I swear it’ll make you feel a little less lonely in life.

At this point it seems like I need some advice on how to move forward after a disgusting break up, and after being consistently disappointed in my own unproductive singledom. Time for you guys to tell me what the hell to do. I’m seeing my hot, married therapist tomorrow so maybe he’ll wrap me up in a neat little bow to fix me (or run screaming). Have a great Monday guys!


How was my date?

I know you’re all wondering, how did my date go? Well, it didn’t happen and that was on my own accord. It’s not that I wasn’t ready to start dating again, rather quite the opposite. I am more than willing to be swept off of my feet again and it’s for this exact reason that I cancelled.

Two weeks ago we started talking, and he was wonderful. We held fantastic conversation, and he seemed like someone who could actually catch my attention. Then after a few days when he didn’t ask for a date, I asked him out because I actually have the balls to. Well he said he’d love to, and we planned on going to a local bar that I love going to. So where did it go wrong? He didn’t text me after that. Five days went by which meant two more days before our scheduled date so I texted him to confirm, and he said we were absolutely still on so I felt a little better. Aaaaaand then he didn’t text me at all for two more days. So come Sunday morning (the day we were supposed to meet) and I waited for him to text me to make sure we were still on, or even just see if I was still fucking alive. Well come 3 hours before the date and I didn’t hear a goddamn word so what did I do? I texted him and told him I just wasn’t feeling well and that I couldn’t make it. I totally lied, which I kind of wish I just told him exactly how it was but figured it was his place to find out why I cancelled. He told me to feel better, and it’s been silence ever since.

Now am I ashamed? Absolutely not, and just for the reason I stated above. I’ve honest to god been with so many fuckboys that love to waste my time that I won’t even spend a couple hours with someone on a first date if I see even one red flag. His red flag was simply the effort he was, or wasn’t, willing to put into getting to know me. If he doesn’t want to get to know me, then nor do I. Just because we had a date planned doesn’t mean he had it in the bag so I waved goodbye and am onto the next.

In this dating game, we have to know exactly what we want and what we’re willing to deal with. It ain’t a pretty world out there, and that’s okay… we just need to stick to our mission. Mine? To find a man who is man enough to date someone as much as me. Yeah I’m needy, have high standards, and have a mean glare if you cross me but baby I know for damn sure I’m worth it. In the words of my hot therapist, “it’s time you let a man in who is man enough to know what he’s winning with you”. Ya damn skippy beard man, ya damn skippy.

-Your sassy (and just fine being single) blogger, Gabby

The Era of Dating Has Begun

Look out y’all! Gabby is going on a date tomorrow, and she is kind of excited and maybe also a little terrified. It’s been over a year since I went on a date with someone I didn’t already know and I am already wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into but no stopping me now, I won’t let myself bail. Let me tell you what I expect from this date.

First off, let me start by saying that people’s comments on his looks are HILARIOUS. Of course I had to show his Bumble profile to my friends, and this is a compilation of reactions- “Why does he look so sad?!” “Why are you going on a date with a black bear?!” “His beanie makes him look like he belongs on the Burnside Bridge” and last but not least, “Now THAT was a hard Mexican U-Turn from your usual” which of course all had me dying of laughter… And they’re all kind of true. I will admit, he is not my usual type (tall with blue eyes and blonde hair), but something about him clicks with me! He’s got a scruffy beard (the bear comment), indeed has really sad eyes (which I must say sucked me in for some reason), and wears work boots in all of his pictures. He’s definitely a hard Mexican u-turn from the usual basic fuckboys out here but I have a good feeling about him.

Why, you  may ask? At one point we were talking about our drinks of choice and his is whiskey (I mean is anyone surprised?), and mine of course was wine. I started talking about how fascinated I am even with the process of how wine is made, and how I dream of owning my own vineyard one day. Of course after I babbled on I said “but anyways I could go on for decades about wine” and instead of changing the subject as I expected him to he said “well shit, tell me more then”. That one comment instantly made me realize I would be down for a date, and made me really excited. Show me one guy who is selfless enough to let his girl go on about a topic that she loves? Anyone? I didn’t think so.

So yes, I may be going on a date with a cute, and sad bear of sorts but I am stoked. I’m expanding my horizons y’all, so who knows what kind of man I’ll end up with next. Stay tuned, I’ll post an update on Monday about how it went.

P.S. We’re going to my go-to hole in a wall bar where groups of men hang out after a hard day of work and it’s totally not a date spot. Now let’s see how he can handle himself in a game of pool against me, and how strong he takes his drink.



My Truth

Today I started therapy for the first time in years, and it was absolutely freeing. We didn’t even dive into the nitty gritty of the shit show that is my life, but even just having to confront my issues in order to tell him why I was there was just what I needed.

It’s time to speak my truth, and I know I’ve mentioned in the last few blog posts how vulnerable I have been and here it is again. I am bathing in what feels like my own blood and tears. I have no other choice but to hurt like hell, and be brutally honest. Here’s what the last year of my life has been like.

In June of last year I lost my dad. We didn’t have the best relationship growing up, but as I got older he became my rock and as I’ve continued on without him I realize how much I truly am just like him. He never failed to tell me that, but I never really saw past our relationship problems to see them until now. After he passed, we dealt with the whirlwind of legal issues that followed. After that, I started seeing one guy. And another. And then a guy from my past. And then ANOTHER guy from my past (the one I always write about. The ex that was my first love. The one that broke my heart… more than once). That was my most recent one, and I touched briefly about him in my last blog post that stayed up for less than 24 hours. I ended up deleting it because he and I broke up again. Yes again, for like the 7th time. I know…

So let me just touch on that briefly before I move on. I highly doubt that you will see any more blog posts about him, even just referring to past love. Though I have many years of my life that were golden due to him, I also have a lot of darkness with him and I realized that in this last week. In today’s session with my therapist while discussing the break up, he noticed I started rubbing my stomach a bit and asked how I was doing. He can already tell that it’s really hard for me to dive deep… except in my writing of course. I let him know that every time I think of him or talk about him I begin to feel physically sick to my stomach and he said “is it because you miss him, or because he makes you sick?” and I laughed… and then I thought about it and for the first time in my life I was very confident when I said “it’s not because I miss him.” and I have never been able to say that I didn’t miss him. After the words we exchanged, it’s clear that our love is one that will stay in my memories, but at this point in our lives we both want and strive for very different things from a relationship. So that’s done.

After realizing today that the last year has been filled with relationship after relationship, I am honestly exhausted. My therapist asked me another question that really piqued my attention. He said, “is your self esteem better or worst now than it was about a month ago?” and I was really amazed by my answer. Though I’ve had a lot of struggles in this last week while mourning a relationship that I never realized would actually die, I had more self esteem than I did while I was in a relationship. It’ll end up being another thing I work on over time, but it’s interesting that my self esteem is higher when I’m alone. It’s something that should absolutely remain consistent, but again the power to open my eyes has really given me the ability to morph things I didn’t realize needed to be changed.

I guess the moral of this post is to say that it’s really my time to be honest with myself, and find my path. I’ve felt lost for a long time, and I look forward to the coming months that will allow me to ease into dating (I SAID EASE. DON’T GET EXCITED NOW) and discovering what really fills my cup. I hope you’re all able to brutally honest with yourself, whether it makes you sick to your stomach or not, and join me in this exciting journey. I appreciate all of you, and I know this blog will help me get there. Who knows, maybe I’ll end up writing about something else because it seems like relationships and dating are not my forte. Watch out y’all, the possibilities are endless.

P.S. My therapist is super hot, and has a rocking beard.  P.P.S. He’s married, so don’t get any ideas. No Hallmark movies happening here.



Trade you a bouquet for a shot

It’s a Monday, and I’m three glasses of wine in so here we are! Of course, when I’m feeling loose and a little funny I gravitate towards my blog and my readers. I love you guys… Can you tell I’m the lovey drunk? LOL!

So today I’m here to talk about why being out of a toxic relationship is honestly so great. I’ve been listening to a few of my friends who are currently struggling a bit with their relationship, and I must admit… I am not at all envious. As much as I love being single, I honestly enjoy being in a relationship as well but hearing the ones floating around these days is not giving me a whole lot of hope. After being their ear and shoulder, I’ve made a single observation. They stay because they’re scared of having to try again.

Whether it’s their age, or the fact that they’ve been with that person for so long it seems impossible to actually end it. It’s too easy to say “It could get better” and a lot freaking harder to say “I need more than this”. I’ve noticed it in particular with women because we’re raised in a society that says you have to be married by 26 and kids by 28. It’s impossible to ignore these pressures when you’re constantly thinking about how your ovaries are going to shrivel up at any moment and suddenly you’re stuck with yourself for the rest of your life. What a way to live.

Honestly I don’t judge my friends, I feel for them. I find the best words I have to try to convince them that they deserve so much more than some guy who constantly says he needs more time to propose, or a guy who says he’ll do better as soon as he gets a better paying job. But it’s hard, and I get it. I’ve been there. When is the right time to give up without regretting it? At what point do you transition from “we just need to communicate better” to “this is simply not working out”. It’s impossible to know when  the best time is, and it’s impossible to know if you’ll regret leaving that person in the long run. Add in external pressures such as “you need to have kids before you have nothing else to live for” and suddenly it feels like the moment you have to dive for the flower bouquet at a wedding in hopes you even catch a fucking petal. By the way, who even came up with that tradition? Can we just take shots instead?

Long story short, witnessing my friends settle for disappointment and a memory of love makes me so sad. I wish they could see themselves in my eyes, and I wish their boyfriend could too. But unfortunately, humans are beings of action rather than reflection. It takes a multitude of someone screwing up rather than deciding to move on. Trust me, I’ve been guilty of this 5/5 times. I’m no better, and I want to clarify that. I love too much, and give too many chances. But at the end of the day, I am not scared at all of being alone and I wish that others felt the same. Let me tell you- it’s a lot easier to be happy alone rather than disappointed and committed.

On to the next glass of wine, and listening to some more Common in this gorgeous sunshine. Enjoy your evening y’all, and to my girls who read this and feel a little ping in their heart… I love you guys, and I just want you to see yourselves the way I see you. Gorgeous, ambitious, strong, whole hearted, and YOU. I love you guys.

-Tipsy Gabby