In my last post, I declared the winner of the Turtle Race, which was the (hopefully) humorous way I was describing my search for a new partner, also known as Project Butterflies. The winner was Luca, previously known as Turtle #10, and I declared him the winner after our date on Friday night (two nights… Continue reading This is the story of a very confusing puzzle.
This is the story of unearthing an evil plot.
My mind is a wild place. As Olivia Rodrigo sings, “I’ve got panic rooms inside my head.” I’ve also got hidden compartments, trap doors, and a handful of delightful characters. I don’t actually have multiple personalities (dissociative identity disorder), so don’t take that too literally. But I do have inner voices, plural. This is the… Continue reading This is the story of unearthing an evil plot.
This is a story about a turtle race.
SO. Here’s how Project Butterflies is going, in a word: slowly. I have connected with perhaps twenty different men (and one non-binary person), and have had decent conversations with about a dozen of them. I’ve been on dates with three, have dates planned with two more, and have “started” to plan dates with two (meaning… Continue reading This is a story about a turtle race.
This is a story about a guy who actually cares.
I don’t know about you, but I love a good redemption arc. I’ve been thinking lately that I should start a new callout series that’s basically the opposite of the Bottom of the Barrel guys that I write about in some of my posts. I reserve membership to that special club for guys who truly… Continue reading This is a story about a guy who actually cares.
This is a story about following my intuition.
Oooooh boy, readers, do I have some piping hot tea for you today! I went on my date with Adrian. It was actually quite nice and a lot of fun. We got some dessert, sat and talked for a bit, then went to an arcade, then sat and talked some more. There was plenty of… Continue reading This is a story about following my intuition.
This is the story of an enigma.
Candidate three in my “Project Butterflies” search is a guy I’m calling Adrian. Adrian is, at the time of this writing, a bit of an enigma. Honestly, I feel a bit bad even writing this post, because I really don’t know how this one is going to pan out. I could end up having a… Continue reading This is the story of an enigma.
This is a story of an elaborate date redemption.
In my first round of contenders for “Project Butterflies,” I have already written about Casey, who started strong but quickly belly-flopped. The next contender I would like to share about is a guy I’ll be calling Enzo. Enzo has also been off to a fantastic start. He’s been very communicative, open, and honest, and he’s… Continue reading This is a story of an elaborate date redemption.
This is a story of color-changing flags.
Last night, I booty-called someone for the first time. The lucky recipient of this badge of honor was a new guy I’ve just started “dating,” Casey. I wrote about him in my last post, literally last night, before said booty-call. To review, Casey has basically been a walking green flag since our first interaction. He’s… Continue reading This is a story of color-changing flags.
This is a story of heartache.
Ugh, guys. UGH. This is a weird post to write because it’s about a current partner, my boyfriend Chase, and as the title suggests it’s not really a happy post. I really haven’t written much about struggles in current relationships before— only after the fact. So this is somewhat uncomfy, but I think that writing… Continue reading This is a story of heartache.
This is the story of a door slammed shut.
In my last post, I wrote about my long-time friend/flirtation named Miles. We had finally crossed the line by making out in the back of his car on one random rainy night, and I was pleasantly surprised at how passionate and right it felt. I was eager to figure out what it could mean for… Continue reading This is the story of a door slammed shut.