Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Four Important Questions to Ask Yourself Before Saying "I Do"

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On Halloween, news broke that Kim Kardashian and Kris Humphries were ending their 72 day union. Kim planned on filing for divorce siting the (often overused) term irreconcilable differences. While divorce is never something to be celebrated or taken lightly, it seems like across the world, the general public can't help but let out one collective chuckle.

This was the wedding heard (and watched) around the world. The union, which was displayed on television as a strained one in my opinion, came together in a way that screamed fairy tale. When twitter informed me of the divorce yesterday, I couldn't help but wonder if fairy tales weren't meant to come true. Sure, we all want to marry the man of our dreams, but the union has to be a grounded one, right? Then I began to wonder how I could ensure this - and decided there are four important questions I must ask myself before saying I do:

Do you trust him with your life?
My mother once said to me, "I don't want to give you your passport until you get married. At that time, I will give it to your husband." Yes, this moment involved a side eye over the telephone. But, I've since realized that this sentiment really means my mother hopes I find someone she can trust with her most prized possession, her daughter. This person becomes responsible for my life, my finances, my general well-being. Just as I do for him. So we have to trust each other with our most prized possessions: ourselves.

What does your family think?
I will never forget the day in high school that I went on my first date. There was a horrible storm and our power was out. When my date came to pick me up, my parents opened the door with an industrial sized flashlight and began to bombard him with questions. I don't remember the full conversation (blacked out from mortification) but I do remember it ended with my date squeaking "and I test my breaks after every puddle!" My father nodded his nod and we were off. My father's nod is very specific and only appears when he is truly satisfied with something or someone. I'll know my future husband is a good fit for me and my family when my father nods his nod.

Can you stop sweating the small stuff?
I've learned that relationships aren't easy. They're not supposed to be. Relationships are hard work, and understanding how you and your mate are compatible takes time. It's easy to get caught up in social events and mutual friends but I am more concerned about is what happens when you're alone? Do you still love his dirty socks on the counter or the way he squeezes the toothpaste out of the holder? It may all sound trivial, but sometimes sweating the small stuff is what ends a relationship. If you can learn how to live together, dirty socks and all, then you can get through more than you imagined.

Are you on the same page?
According to one of the many speculators out there, Kim and Kris couldn't decide on where to live. According to the show, they also couldn't decide on how to spend their money (Kim is a big spender, Kris is frugal) and where their pets would sleep (in their bed or in a dog bed). One of the most important things I want to know before I get married is whether or not we are on the same page about everything. I mean absolutely everything: finances, children, pets, where to live, where to vacation, how to decorate, what's for dinner... I really mean everything. But most importantly, if we can't agree on where to live, how do we ever expect to happily live together?

What questions do you plan to ask yourself before you say I do?

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

How to Love


Being a New Yorker is hard. 
Being a single female in New York is harder.
But being a skeptical, jaded, single, New York City girl with an open mind about love is the hardest.

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The idea of opening your heart and finding love - any kind of love - is hard to fathom. This includes the idea of love, a potential future of love, flirting your way into love... a lovah... allademAll I'm saying is if you've been in love (big love) and you've been hurt (which is everyone), then it's nearly impossible to drop your guard, open up your heart and let someone new in.

Case in point - one of my lovely girl friends. She's a super kind, super gorgeous girl with a huge badonkadonk and a skinny waist and a ton of love to give. And she's extra single. Why? She's not sure and neither am I. But then one day over a few glasses of chianti she told me "I don't let guys touch me on the first date."


"Not even hold your hand?" I shouted.

"No!"

"What do you mean, 'no'!?" Now, I should state that this conversation went around in more circles than necessary - likely due to the chianti. 

"I don't let guys touch me because all of that is intimate. Holding my hand is very intimate." I was a little dumbstruck. I guess I understood her point, but my first thought was who used to hold your hand and why was it so damn intimate. I immediately asked her if she'd allow a first kiss - arguably the best part of any evening with a new guy after a fun date.

"No!"

"No??!!!!? Ghurl, please!" Clearly, we dissolved into giggles here but through the laughter she told me she was absolutely serious. That if any man touched her on a first date, or a second or even a third, she'd cut them off and move onto the next one. 



What is it about girls and our inability to let go and open up? While we're working on saving ourselves from getting hurt again, we're also becoming brilliant at self-sabotage.


Personally, I have one of the best leave me alone side eyes this side of the Hudson, but it might be deterring perfectly fine men from coming up and saying hello. Demetria Lucas of A Belle in Brooklyn has devoted part of her debut book to helping women open up. It involves something as simple as a smile. So I've been getting my practice on to see if it really does work.

"Damn, you ladies and your boots. Stompin' all over my damn heart," a man said to me on the A train platform at West 4th Street on Monday evening. I turned my head and smiled at him, taking the time to size him up. Nothing about him was my type, but what's really in a type anyway? 

"Oh man, and that smile! Just damn." And with that he smiled, tipped his hat, and walked away.

Now what was so hard about that?


Unless you're dense or not of this generation, you understand the title of this post is inspired by this song

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

iCare: Beyonce & Jay-Z Pregnant

The story surrounding Beyonce and Jay-Z’s pregnancy has me beaming. Beaming. And I know most people are wondering, “why should we care?”

Well, #iCare for the same reason I was heartbroken at the rumors that Will & Jada were divorcing (not true, phew). #iCare for the same reason I love the relationship Oprah and Steadman share: she says he is her rock. He steadies her. I love that. #iCare because inspiring Style & Beauty Editor, Julee Wilson says her greatest accomplishment is finding love with someone who “elevates all of the positive aspects about me.”

Beyonce announced her pregnancy on the black carpet at the MTV VMA pre-show. There was a collective gasp heard across the world, then everyone took to twitter. My girl Kanetha’s tweet from last night sums it up perfectly.


#iCare because Beyonce and Jay-Z took the journey towards love that little 20th century girls dream about. You know, that sort of old school chivalrous courtship that begins in butterflies and ends in a union? Plus, Beyonce never turned away from her first love, music, in building her relationship with Hova.

For some reason, this seems like a rare find these days. It’s inspirational, and their joy is palpable.

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Just watch:



Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Splitscreen : A Love Story

The lovely Lauren over at Everyday to Runway sent me this gem while we were at work today. I've fallen completely in love.

Enjoy.



Splitscreen: A Love Story from JW Griffiths on Vimeo
Shot entirely on the Nokia N8 mobile phone. Winner of the Nokia Shorts Competition 2011.


Thursday, June 9, 2011

Book Review: Joy for Beginners

Erica Bauermeister is one of those authors who just resonates with me. After reading her The School of Essential Ingredients (read the review here), I knew she would instantly hold the title of my favorite author. This is no small feat, as I find it nearly impossible to narrow down anything or anyone to a favorite.

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Upon finishing that book, I found myself speaking more eloquently, seeking out the beauty in life, and researching cooking classes in NYC. As I actively searched for beautiful writing reminiscent of Bauermeister's in other novels or blogs, I happily embraced the delivery of a little treat from the kind folks over at Putnam Books. Enclosed was an uncorrected proof of her new novel, set to be released June 8th. The whole experience made me feel fancy, and immediately began reading.

I was somewhat wary, knowing that sometimes you can have an incredibly romantic experience with one book, but nowhere near the same magic with an author’s sophomore release. However, I am so happy to report that is not the case with Joy for Beginners. Once again, I found myself marking up the margins with notes, highlighting and dog-earring my favorite passages, and having strong emotional reactions to the characters and their stories.

The book takes you on a journey through a moment in time for seven women, one of which is a cancer survivor. Kate, the survivor, finds herself challenged to take a risk by her daughter, and in return challenges her six best friends. We are then seamlessly brought into the lives of Caroline, Daria, Sara, Hadley, Marion, and Ava. Their challenges (which varied from gardening to tattooing) are both life changing and everlasting; each chapter left me weepy with hopefulness.

The thing I love most about Bauermeister's work is that suddenly a chapter, a character, a moment sneaks up on you. You catch yourself gazing off with thoughts about how the story circles back to your own reality with tears in your eyes and a hand over your heart (honestly, I have caught myself in this pose numerous times reading her writing). You scribble "love!" or "beautiful" across a page and close it briefly. And you smile at the feeling it leaves you with. This is the sort of visceral reaction Joy for Beginners caused me to have.

Incredibly moving, inspirational, and stunning to read, Joy for Beginners is a must-own because you'll simply love it too much to not have it in your possession forever.

"You know," Marion said, "I met a woman once when I was a teenager. I knew she had gone through a lot but she was so strong, so compassionate. I asked her how she could be the way she was, and you know what she told me?"

Hadley shook her head.

"She said, 'You can be broken, or broken open. That choice is yours.'"

Article first published as Book Review:Joy for Beginners by Erica Bauermeister on Blogcritics.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I Love Love...

...I really do.

And to hear about a failed love, or a love gone wrong (they are different) really breaks my heart. In a perfect world (like the one I grew up in, within which I have two parents who are more in love now than ever), I would imagine everyone is in love like the people who live (or work) in the building depicted in this image... so in love they had to shout it from (or write it on) the rooftops.

"Love You" written on a building just below the Mondrian SoHo. I love the effort to spread love.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The End of an Era

I have a huge problem.

I have spent the past week crying. It's really not my fault. But every time I watch a Farewell to The Oprah Show episode, I explode into tears. You see - I'm a fairly sentimental person. If you say something nice, I'll likely get a little watery so perhaps this is the main cause for the blubbering that happens every time I watch Grey's Anatomy or even the Sex & the City Movie scene where Carrie beats Big with her wedding flowers.

However, I'm crying this time because it's really the end of an era with The Oprah Show coming to a close after 25 years of greatness.






Like many others, I grew up watching Oprah. My initial aspirations of being a journalist stemmed from watching her show. I went on to participate in an internship at Boston's WCVB TV's Chronicle, a nightly newsmagazine, which has been on air since before I was born. I landed the internship through a stellar interview within which I told them I wanted to be just like Oprah and my mother when I grew up. So Oprah, she's not just some television host for me, she's an inspiration.






So as I watch this bittersweet farewell season of Oprah, I can't help but cry when she cries, and laugh when she laughs (and buy what she buys).

The great thing about endings is that they allow for new beginnings. When one door closes, a window of opportunity opens. Oprah's is OWN, a network on which I'll get my Oprah fix daily. She'll keep living her number one rule: "live your best life" and thanks to her, I will live mine.

Thank you, Oprah, for your 25 years of dedication, love, and guidance.

Friday, April 29, 2011

A Royal Wedding: Kate Middleton x Prince William

There are more than enough opinionated people out there voicing their reasons why we shouldn't give a crap that a stunning Royal Wedding happened today. Frankly, I don't give a crap about that opinion. Today, something extraordinary and phenomenal happened: two people, so incredibly in love, shared their love, their wedding, and a very intimate moment with billions of people. And it was beautiful.

On Friday, April 29th, 2011 at around 6am I awoke to the sounds of hymns coming from my television. I decided to sleep with it on ABC, which was playing Sky News (a UK outlet) in the early hours of the morning. I quickly switched to BBC America just in time to watch the ceremony begin and Prince William and Kate Middleton exchange vows.

The thing is, it's not about this just being a royal wedding. It's about the excitement behind it all. It's about that look every groom gets when he sees his future wife walk down that aisle towards him. It's about Prince Harry whispering to his brother, "she looks beautiful" as Kate walks down the aisle with her father. It's about tradition and saying those vows that every couple says before their pastor, their loved ones, and God.

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It's about McQueen by Sarah Burton.

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But mostly, it's about love. And you really can't fight love, can you?

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Did you wake up in time to watch the Royal Wedding??

Friday, April 15, 2011

Pretty Boy Swag

When my favorite Gossip Girl, Necole Bitchie posted the below, I thought, "I better read that, ASAP":


And when my fellow blogger and dear friend, Larissa said, "did you read that Kelly Rowland interview where she talked about dating outside her race?" I realized I better stop procrastinating (read: working) and get busy reading that interview.

Rowland, whom I ADORE for her ability to seamlessly transition from genre to genre of music (and who provided the soundtrack for several very decadent nights in Dubai), spoke honestly about the kind of men she dates. From white men to black men, she holds no prejudice when it comes to who she sets her sights on.

The interview, from Thursday morning's Power 105.1 Breakfast Club show, unfolds as follows (via Necole Bitchie):
You’ve dated all kinds of guys from different places. Do you recommend dating a white guy?
Yes, you can. I mean it’s completely up to you. I like a black guy just as much as I love a white guy.

Do they treat you any better? Because I’ve heard white guys would go down on you more...
You know what? To me it just depends on the guy... if they like that. Of course, it’s better to find a guy that you can motivate to like that. I like me a nice swag of a black guy, I can’t even lie. To me, black guys and Arabic guys; their swag is almost the same.
Yes! They do! It's true! I almost felt as though Kelly and I were having this intimate conversation between the two of us, since apparently we both have explored dating a myriad of different men.

Through my experience, I have learned that black men have a level of swagger that is difficult for other races to reach. Along those same lines, Middle Eastern men possess a certain swag that goes mostly unrivaled. And while I'm absolutely no expert, I have definitely partied with the best of them (no, seriously - at Cavalli Club in Dubai, where the walls are lined in fur) and learned that while black men pop bottles of Moet, Middle Eastern men are popping magnums of Veuve. Fancy.

So what's the preference?

For me, it's less about the swag and mostly about being wooed. I fell head over heals for a Parisian Muslim man living in London (Old Flame). Originally from Morocco, I was intrigued by all of him, but I fell for that "old school romance" he practiced in getting me to be his.

Perhaps for me, the most important bit is how much he makes me swoon. But a little bit of swagger never hurt anybody either.

Monday, April 4, 2011

I worry that my idea of love...

... is not very realistic.

I blame that on Carrie and Big.

And couture. 




  

  



all images via vogue, june 2008


But according to my mother's wise words - it never looks like what you expect or want it to.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Five Reasons Why I Love Dating Men Who Look Nothing Like Me

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I've always loved interracial couples. This is probably forced by the fact that I have never dated anyone who looks like me. Well... that's not true. There was that one security guard who worked at a bar near Fenway but his teeth were incorrigible and he lived with his grandma and once had his mom call me to tell me he said "hey"... so that ended real quick.

Anyway, I love dating boys who look (and sound) nothing like me. Below are five reasons why, most of which are inspired by an Old Flame from London who I still think I could marry if the timing were ever right.



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He makes "us" look interesting
I always joke that I'm boring: I'm straight up African American, born and raised in Boston, and currently living in NYC. My parents were both born and raised in the south, prior to making the move to Boston before I came into the picture. *yawn* I'd love to have an interesting fact about myself, like my friend, who speaks Mandarin at home, or my bromo (brother from another mother), who thinks of Ackee as a staple of his diet. Dating a boy who looks and sounds nothing like me gives me a closer window into what feels like a different world.

He encourages me to try new things
I once dated a man who used to take me out all over the island of Manhattan. I felt glamorous, in that Carrie Bradshaw way where I never ate at the same place twice, and always found myself having a brilliant time. This man indulged my inner princess by ordering for me where ever we went. I loved every moment of it, especially because most items weren't on the menu but classic staples of his diet back home (he was not a native New Yorker). His ease in offering me new experiences encouraged me to approach my own life with the same amount of curiosity as I experienced with him. #Winning.

He introduces me to new music 
This post was primarily inspired by a song that came on shuffle while listening to my iPhone. Yes, it sounds like old school Backstreet Boys, but I met this man in 2005 so can you really blame us for the corny love songs? My iTunes has a nice little collection of recommended French R&B that I try and save for those special moments when I need to remember. But it's always a nice surprise when one of those sings comes on shuffle and makes my heart flutter.

The promise of an unexpected reunion
Last year, I found myself traveling to London and Dubai for work and realizing how blessed I was to take advantage of such a great opportunity. Even more so because Facebook (love it or hate it) alerted me that my Old Flame was living in Dubai. Our reunion was one of the most perfect nights of my life. Even better that it ended watching the sun come up in Dubai, where I found myself back in the cozy spot in his arms with his body wrapped around mine.

He gives me language lessons in bed
My favorite memory of my time with Old Flame was one night, after a beautiful dinner and home made pastries for dessert (did I mention he's a pastry chef?), we climbed in bed. As I found my cozy spot in his arms and he wrapped himself around me, he said through his thick French accent, "let me teach you something." Obviously, I said yes because men love to teach women new things. Little did I know, he was about to blow me away with some of the most beautiful French and Arabic I'd ever heard. I tried my hardest to repeat the words back, but I'm hopeless at learning and retaining languages. His effort to break the words up into easy to say syllables was extra romantic to me. The words and sentences he taught me I'll keep to myself. Not because they were inappropriate, but because there are some memories a girl simply must keep to herself.


Disclaimer: I would gladly date a boy who looks like me, I just have yet to find one that gives me that Zsa Zsa Zsu. Think you have what it takes? I'm accepting applications.

Love at first sight


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I Made My Mother Cry Today

... Not because I was awful to her, or delivered horrible news. Not because I asked her to cry, or wished that she would.

I made my mother cry today. Because I cried and then she cried too.

I imagined my father, standing in the nook between their bedroom and the study, perhaps with his arms crossed or his hands in fists. I imagined him thinking about the 4 hour distance between us and how to make it shorter if he needed to. I imagined him softening - looking at my mother, whom he has loved for over 30 years.

I made my mother cry today, because there is a bond between a mother and a daughter that is impossible to explain. It's the reason why I call her when I find a pair of jeans on sale. It's the reason why I leave messages at home with just a whistle or a "huh."

It's the reason why I call home every single day just to hear her voice.  Just to know what they've been up to: "your father and I went to Mexican tonight!" Or what she's trying to avoid: "I told your father that if we eat Chinese food one more time we're going to turn into lo mein!"

But most importantly, I made my mother cry today because she can feel my pain and though she shields me from hers, I can feel it (and my father's) too.

I made my mother cry today. And for me, it's the one thing I cannot fathom and will always cherish: the unconditional love between a mother, and a daughter... and a father, who stands nearby, waiting to help and trying to figure out how he can ease the struggle. It's the love I hope to find, and the love I want to share.

I made my mother cry today. Because I cried and then she cried too.


for mommy and daddy, xo.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

What is True Love?

Came across this video on Angela Yee's blog and had to re-post it here. It's a super cute video (part 1) of 5 people trying to answer the title question: "What is True Love?"

It's a piece shot by Studio 190 for convention magazine, a creative space focusing on the emotions and thoughts behind everything, be it fashion, artwork, etc. Enjoy:

WHAT IS TRUE LOVE? (Part One) from SPACE190 on Vimeo.


Sunday, March 6, 2011

Five Reasons Why I Love Pretty Boys

My friends often have something to say about the type of guy I find myself falling for. They are incredibly well dressed, devastatingly handsome, and always pretty. Think: Blair Underwood/Jason Lewis. I can't help it; I like a guy to look good. When I express interest in a dude who looks like he forgot to shower, the reaction is very similar to the shocked g-chat emoticon:


Here are my five reasons Why I Love Pretty Boys:

He loves to shop
This is important because I love to shop. I could shop for hours on end, spend hours in the dressing room making sure the items are right, and will spend the day bogged down with bags all for a hard day's work. In fact, shopping is in my blood - my mother calls shopping "fieldwork" because it really is work. Be it online, in the stores, or otherwise, we will go to town making sure we get the best deals and the best items. If he loves to shop, it means we won't have any of those "but how long can you really shop for??" and "are we done yet???" arguments when I'm just getting into the heat of my purchasing.

I'm never worried about what he'll show up wearing
I've dated the guy who needs outfit direction and it's exhausting. Well, wait, don't get me wrong... it can be fun to play dress up with your man, mostly because you both end up naked anyway. But there is nothing more calming than knowing that no matter where you go, your boo will show up dressed appropriately. No jeans around his knees, no Air Force Ones when he should be wearing Prada Loafers. Phew - crisis averted.

He won't judge my exploding closet
Because his looks just like mine. But he's a boy so most of it is all over his floor too. This is also a key point because it makes me feel great that most of my closet is in my Carrie & Aidan inspired arm chair. Oops.

He doesn't know how to dress down
Let it be noted that with all this "pretty boy" stuff, one may have concerns if said "pretty boy" likes "pretty girls". The true test for me (aside from the one in the bedroom) is how he dresses down because he doesn't really know how and ends up wearing crazy colors that only a dude wouldn't care about. Trust that if you look like a real hot mess, you'll have me at "eep!"

When he goes scruffy, it's a nice surprise
Please. Don't deny the scruff. PLEASE. Because I love it. It allows me to indulge in my occasional bad boy fantasies if my pretty boy is looking a little rough around the edges. It's also a nice surprise when we see each other shortly after your shape up. Keeping that element of surprise alive keeps the butterflies flying in my belly.


What I'm drinking this week: my roommate often goes to this itty bitty liquor store a few blocks from our apartment. Ever since she mentioned it when she was buying a gift for her man, I've meant to check it out. Last night I discovered they have more of my favorite wine than even Trader Joe's! Thanks for the tip, roomie :).

This week I'm drinking a beautiful South African Sauvignon Blanc by Indaba Wines. Yum.

Monday, February 14, 2011

There Was Something About Him

a fictional short story


There was something about him, with his kind eyes and gentle smile, that she just couldn't let go of. There was something about him with his shy gaze and sweet disposition, that just sent her sailing.

She saw him every morning at her local coffee shop, Dunkin Donuts. She liked him because he liked the Beantown coffee staple as much as she did, though they both lived in Astoria, Queens (her favorite NYC borough).

She ordered her usual, a large regular coffee, skim milk, no sugar.

"No sugar??" they always asked.

"Yes, no sugar" she'd reply, thinking I get that from my mom. She'd wait, watching him out the corner of her eye, enjoying his coffee and the AM daily. An unconventional newspaper choice to enjoy over coffee that made her swoon even more.

They saw each other often, being in the same morning schedule and all, but had never uttered a word. Just a quick glance and a shy smile.



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She had taken to listening to Sade's Please Send Me Someone to Love as she went about her morning routine. she felt it was a simple request. She crossed her fingers as she listened for good luck, and treated the song like one of her daily affirmations.

One lazy Saturday, we woke up early and went to her favorite Dunkin Donuts on a whim. She sat at a table in the window and gazed outside. As she took her last sip of coffee and the lyrics progressed...

Heaven please send to all mankind, / Understanding and peace of mind. / But if it's not asking too much, / Please send me someone to love.

... in he walked.

"Hey" he finally said.

"Hey" she said back, a little too quickly.

"John" he noted, pointing slightly at his chest.

"Hi..." she said dreamily. "Oh! Meena!" she remembered, looking down with embarrassment.

He held her stare, then went to the counter to order: "two regular coffees, skim milk, no sugar."

"No sugar??" they always asked.

"Yes, no sugar;" then he looked back at her, and smiled his gentle smile.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

They Say Hindsight is 20/20

"You know what, Albie? I'm glad Maiah's gone through heartbreak. She's really loved and lost."

Mom, appalled, looks at Dad with her best side eye and says: "what? why?"

"Because it's giving her some good hair on her back. She's a real tough chick."
My mother called me to relay this conversation with my father later that day. I fabricated the side eye, but I'm positive Mom slipped it in as she's pretty good at them.
At first I was feeling a way. I mean, who says they are glad for your heartbreak? ...But then, after discussing further I could see exactly what Dad was trying to say in a way that only Dad's can. The heartbreak isn't what's good. It's the life experiences. The lessons learned. The strength and wisdom gained.

But of course, when you're drowning your sorrows in Ben & Jerry's (or in my case, mango sorbet) with a bottle of wine (who needs a glass?), the last thing you want to hear is "you're learning great lessons."

Fuck a lesson! I've got a broken heart and a carton full of calories to ingest!


Later, I'm sitting in my favorite hookah bar with my favorite male friend, talking about none other than the always important topic of sex and relationships. Reminiscing about our past break ups, we found ourselves laughing at the transition from "sniffling baby" to "social butterfly and dater". One day, it feels like you'll never make it out alive, and the next day - you feel like a million bucks.

The thing is, there's always strength on the horizon, and that makes me think that every experience with someone, be it your significant other, your faux-friend is a learning experience. But don't worry, I'll wait to admit that until I'm fully healed because the say hindsight is 20/20.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I'm not the girl who plans her future wedding...

...but I desperately hope my future hubby gets me these for my wedding gift (alongside some fabulous jewelry of course).

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Just putting it out into the universe.

xoxo, mj
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