I'M BAAAAACK!

I know! I know! To say I've been ignoring you would be an understatement. I'm totally that person we've all dated (or have been THAT person) that falls off the face of the earth for a few months...and just when you think you've moved on they send the "hey :)" text and F up your whole life! 

2017 started out busy. There's been traveling, dating disasters, going away parties (not for me) and completed taxes! I took my regular New Year's Eve trip to Philadelphia...flew on my dad's retirement trip from Dallas to Tucson to Chicago to St. Louis to New York..and headed back to Philadelphia for a much needed weekend away from the city.

This past weekend was particularly special! After a rather low-key weekend in Philadelphia (rare) with brunch, shopping, drinking cocktails like grown-ups (rarer) and everyone waking up where they were supposed to be...and alone (rarest)...we headed to New Jersey to meet the newest member of our best friends' club. Miss Ayva Maryon Wisdom had her official induction ceremony and met her Auntie Lo and God Mother Christine (Tina) for the first time. WARNING! I'm about to get emotional. What made meeting Ayva that specific weekend so special was that I met her mother, Gabrielle (Jo that was for you) and Christine exactly 8 years ago while studying abroad in Australia. What better way to celebrate 8 years of friendship than with a baby farting on you and no alcohol. Maybe our 10-year anniversary will be a little more eventful! 

Friendship anniversaries are better than dating anniversaries anyway. Have I mentioned that dating in this city is difficult? So far this year I've been benched...pulled from the bench...put on the DL..pulled from the DL..and cut from the team...just to get the "it's not you..it's me" or the "I'm not looking for a commitment" bullshit. Yea dude...because every girl on Tinder is looking for the marriage proposal on date number 3. (insert eye roll.) After telling my mother the latest dating saga, she proceeded to tell me that I should use my tax return for a real dating app. I know she was trying to be encouraging, however I could sense the fear in her voice. 

If you meet in real life (IRL for those who want to learn slang) you have to worry about the signals. Are they in to you? Are they not into you? Did we just make eye contact?? Was that a smile? One time I thought this guy was hitting on me in the elevator in my office building. I had in headphones but could see he was saying something to me. I took my headphones out all cute...probably flipped my hair...and waited for him to deliver THE line. "You have bird shit on your purse"...ahh yes...the go-to "you have bird shit on your purse" pick-up line...wait WHAT?? Inner monologue: "okay. Stay cool. Smile....oh shit I really do have bird shit on my purse...do I say thank you? Is this a nice purse? Oh right the guy...Just say thank you and maybe touch your hair? Okay..showing pearly whites...in 3...2...1... Reality: guy got off the elevator 2 floors ago. 

Keeping this one short and sweet (you know..I am a little rusty) I swear I'm going to make you a priority again! The next trip on the list is Miami...so be prepared :)

Love

A Lo Xx