I guess I'm just different.
Goooorrrrrllllsss. After 29 years of life, never did I think I would actually be hated by a Hot Cheeto Pick Me Girl I honestly thought those girls were a myth. Backstory. Been friends with my friend JT since high school. He did the military life, got out, he's back home and so fourth. I started my military lore at the age of 28, and he was one of the first people to hang out with me when I came home. He introduced me to his friend circle, all male with just one girly pop that happened to become part of the circle because she was dating a fella. I was like cool, I have another girly pop. WRONG, hated me from the start for no reason. I think she secretly is in love with JT but that's another story for another time. Well, that was back in October. JT hit me up and said he wanted me to meet one of his new boys... a little set-up if you catch my drift. He said let's do bowling, and I agreed. He invited his friend circle again, and behold the ol lady hath returned. The boys said their hellos, new man shook the hand and all. First time he was meeting everyone. Well little miss lady didn't look my way nor said hello but did with ol boy. More to the story of course. The set-up went well. Great man, but I'm not really wanting to date at the moment. Aside from him, the whole night was so awkward and I was alone, even though there were 7 people with me. I did an Irish goodbye. Ladies, men are really dumb and oblivious, even the platonic ones you love.
Kisses girly pops.
Our small city is acting like New York.
Having adult money is loads of fun... when you don't have adult responsibilities. Living in a small town, then becoming a small city, you grow up thinking $17.00 and hour is decent money... which it was. My father was able to uphold a family of 4, 3 bedroom house, car loan, etc., all on his $17.00 an hour wage. Now me on the other hand have a full time career, two part time jobs, so in theory my income all together doubles my fathers and yet... I'm always "broke". Feels like the more you climb the laddar of better wages, the harder living expenses slaps you back down to poverty. Had a wonderful night with one of my best girly pops this weekend. Her lore and my lore... lets just say when my kids ask me about my youth and troubles they'll hear her name quite often. But we are both Logisticians, and we were expressing that the job search this days are mediocre at best. Or perhaps we outgrew the small city. Perhaps traveling is the only way to flourish these days in age. If we are going to be broke, then let it be broke but in a different zip code. Girlies, my New Year's resolution was to say no to things and be frugal. But my goodness did I really need a day out with my bestie. I don't know much about the Chinese calander but I heard 2025 was the year of snake in which we had to go through rough time in order to shed and regrow the new skin in Feb 2026. I don't know if this is true but Ladies, water your grass. Sometimes your grass may just have a little dry patch.
Kisses girly pops.
The City Of Sin No Longer Sinning?
Well ladies, I turned 29 on New Years 2026. I went to the fabulous Sin City and what was supposed to be a couples getaway, then turned to a solo trip, finally turned to a rekindle and strengthen friendships trip. Had breakfast with an old friend, Sam. Great to see him doing well in his MBA and his musical passion. Love having cool friends. The lore they provide! Like the sluts we are, we had breakfast at Egg Slut. Believe the hype! I went to a Star Wars themed burlesque, and omg. The talent! It was so funny and sexy. Would go again. My girly pop met up with me Friday night. Honestly she was so patient during this. Was wishy washy, in the whole will I go, will I not. Glad she came, beyond blessed. First night we tried to hit the town, and the town was a little meh. Had great drinks overall and still fun. Saturday, brunch at Cari's, super good, and then dinner at The Guest House, recommend their truffle fries! We had better luck with the clubbing and drinking. Came back to the hotel rooms casino and kept the drinks going. Met great people along the way. Another Wingman! The world really is just a weird sphere. Oh! Finally made it to Alligent stadium, what a stadium! An amazing trip overall. What a way to celebrate the last 20 and start a New Year.
Kisses girly pops.
From Lovers to Friends?
The man I love and I broke up. Sad girl hours. Well yes. Maybe I’m delulu or perhaps I’m just a lover girl, but this break up was a break up that didn’t feel like the end. Not to sound cliche, but perhaps this is one of the illest cases of right person, wrong time. See, this was my first long distance relationship. Though doubts happened from the start, we both knew each other would be foolish to not give it a go. We both fell in love rather quickly, but as we fell deeper in love, the fading also started. Long distance is 90 percent communication and 10 percent the delights. When both of you go back to your reality of work, school and social life, sometimes that communication becomes a chore. In our case, we didn’t encompass his new career and all the new changes it came with it. To just reference words he said to me, he started to feel the guilt of pushing me to the back end of everything. I won’t share too much of his side of the story, but as a grown lady that I am, his reasonings are more than valid. More posts are yet to come, but I will share this. Since we’ve broken up, we’ve communicated every day. Was the title the problem? Did the title make the whole situation seem force? This I do not know. And a fool you may call me but I am still in love with this man, that I’m willing to be a friend a hundred times over than to lose him in my life. I understand the doubts of many, but how can one simply let go of the a person they love, a person that knows your ins and outs, just because a relationship didn’t last? I don’t know. Perhaps it’s still early and easier said than done, right.
Kisses girly pops.