Defending My Honor Or My Experience

Something has been brought to my attention. I received a comment in regards to my post entitled: The,Lonely, Only, Single In this comment it was stated that I was probably too young to be worrying about these “things.” You know what not to fret over it, but maybe I am too young. Maybe I should be out more, maybe I should be waking up in strange bedrooms and piecing my outfits back together at eight a.m. Maybe I should develop a nicotine habit and nurture my already growing habit for shots of SoCo and Lime. Maybe, maybe. Or, maybe I should continue what I’m doing. I started writing on here for a reason and here it is.

She Tells It, She Tells It All

I feel as if I have been giving somewhat worthy advice lately. And if not that at least somewhat humorous attempts at trying to give worthy advice. I don’t know if I have answers to any of life’s mysteries. I don’t know if I have relationships answers. I do know I have some experience. Maybe not as much as others, but consuming, heartbreaking, and on the flip side joyous experience. I didn’t come here to share all of my life’s triumphs but to bottle them up and break them down into mini bites that you can snack on. So instead of honing in on an issue today I’m feeling nostalgic and I’m going to give you what has always worked for me in terms of relating. This is in no way a dating manual and is probably just as good for me as it is for you, so here we go.