Full Disclosure: A Weird Request

So last night I met a guy on Tinder. And let me tell you, the first thing I said to him was that I didn’t think I was good-looking enough for him. He looks like a fitness model. Think Taylor Lautner meets a California punk band bass player. This child is stunning. And while I love myself and I think I’m a decently attractive girl, I’m certainly not on that level by any means. He just laughed it off and said I was crazt, then asked me to text him. Who am I to turn down this fitness spikey-haired god of a man? So I did.
At first things were normal. Just some getting-to-know-you chat with the occasional sexual innuendo. I also asked him for a picture of his face just to make sure that I wasn’t being catfished. He was amicable and fine with everything, and for half an hour we just talked made small talk. But then things took a turn for the weird.
I wouldn’t even write about this if it wasn’t one of the most interesting sexual requests I’ve ever heard. At first the sexting was the usual stuff, all about what he wanted to do and what I liked. I humored him because of his good looks, which I’m ashamed to say, and if you think I’m a bad person that’s fine, but I’m not holding back here. The request came in a usual form at first. A LOT of guys are into the idea of a threesome. I’ve been asked by a fair few if I would ever consider it, to which I usually answer a flat “no” (I get really jealous, so another girl in the picture would just be a little too much for me). But when ModelBoy asked, I said, “with who?” trying to prolong our tiny baby relations as long as possible before I nipped them in the bud. He sent me a picture of a good-looking guy on the beach. Now usually guys aren’t into bringing other guys into the picture, but I’m pretty sexually open, and I was super intrigued.
“Who is he?” I asked.
“My brother,” he replied.
I’m serious. This isn’t a lie. And for a second I was lost for words, which is a massive feat for me.
“Oh… okay?” I know, such an eloquent thing to say. But this was the strangest thing I’ve ever been asked. I really did want to know more, so I asked about it. At first I thought he was just joking, but he went into a lot of detail about wanting to watch his brother bang me. I kind of just let him talk about it, since it was obviously turning him on, but at this point I was kind of checked out of the conversation. When he finished with his fantasy he said, “how does that sound to you?”
“Uhm… we can talk about it.”
“Okay cool :)”
So that’s that. I agreed to talk to the most attractive guy who has ever been interested in me in my life about having a threesome with his brother…
Am I going to do it? NO. Of course not. I don’t think. I’m pretty sure.
Am I going to go out with him? Hell yes. Call me shallow, call me materialistic, call me what you want, but I would be stupid to not meet up with him at least once. Besides, everyone has their weird little kinks, right? We’d be lying if we said we didn’t, and other than the obvious he seems like a nice guy.
I’ll keep you updated on if he really is a man-model, on if he really is as kinky as he has so far let on, and if he pays for dinner or not 😉
Until then, stay tuned!


My First (and only) Boyfriend

Let’s call him Max. Max and I started dating my senior year of high school. I wrote him a note in class that (jokingly) professed my crush on him. I was half serious at the time, but Max thought it was funny and wrote me one back, including his number in the post script. Max and I began texting regularly and pretty soon ended up hanging out. He was my first kiss (at 18 years old), my first real date (to Chik-fil-a), my first love, and my first real heartbreak. Max was there for me when my grandmother passed away and while my parents got a divorce. His mom loved me and took care of me like her own. His sister, usually reserved, came down and watched movies with us, talked with us, cooked with us. For about 10 months we dated. But it wasn’t all ideal.

Max kept me a secret. To this day I don’t know why and it always bothers me. I think he just thought it would be easier that way. There would be nothing to explain to our friends. It wouldn’t be awkward when we all hung out. But other than his mom, he didn’t tell anyone, and it made me feel like he was ashamed of me. I ended up telling his best friend, Pete, just to have someone to talk to about it. From this, Pete and I became close too, and to this day he’s really the only one who knows my full feelings about Max.

Max also had issues that I couldn’t control. Not saying that I don’t have issues, but his were a lot more apparent. Tragedy struck his family at an early age, and it seemed that he was always looking for acceptance and attention from people–mostly girls. He was constantly texting other girls. I don’t think he ever cheated on me physically, but I know he did emotionally. One of his exes texted me and said I was stealing her best friend. He also went on a date with another girl in our friend group. Since our relationship was a secret, she had no idea about us and I couldn’t blame her. But I liked him too much to break up with him.

One day I remember him falling asleep watching TV, and his phone was right there beside him. This was before phones had passwords. I wanted to look in it so bad. I almost did. I remember picking it up, turning it over and few times, and then putting it back down. Not because I felt bad. Not because I trusted him. But because a part of me knew that if I saw what was in that phone I would have no choice but to break things off with him, and I didn’t want to do that. I was in too vulnerable a place in my life to end things with the one person keeping me sane. After Max and I broke up, I promised myself I would never feel that way again.

Max went away to college and I stayed home. I spiraled into a depression, mostly from family issues, but also form hating my new school and athletic team. Max had become more distant, and we only talked a couple times a week. I went out to see him once that fall of our freshman year, where we shared our last kiss on his college campus, and two weeks later I call him. I knew it was time when I had stopped crying every night. I knew I had run out of tears, of patience, of waiting. As much as I loved Max, I knew it was time to end things. So I did.

For a while we tried to stay friends, but it didn’t really amount to anything. I think things ended in too hurtful of a way for us. Max is married now. He has a beautiful wife and hopefully a very happy life. I wish him nothing but the best, because, looking back at things now, Max was exactly what I needed when I needed it. From our relationship I learned self-respect, self-worth, and how to let things go. I grew immensely. Therefore, to me, Max was not a waste of time. I try to never regret anything that taught me something, and I certainly don’t regret dating Max.

I wanted to share this simply because it laid the foundation for all my other dating exploits. It kind of explains how I got to be how I am, and probably why I’m so guarded with men now. Max was my first love and loss, but he certainly wasn’t the last. I go back to dating Max all the time and wonder if I would have changed anything, but I don’t think I would. I think we all end up where we need to be sooner or later, and I know for Max and I, we helped each other grow into the people that we’ve become now, and for that, I will always be grateful to him.

10 First Date Essentials I ALWAYS Keep in my Purse

A lot of times my friends ask me what to put in their cute purses for a first date. Here are my MUST HAVE first date items that I never leave home without on a first date!

  1. Emergency Cash. This may seem like a no-brainer, but if you have to ditch your date because he or she is getting too fresh, or worse, their car breaks down (yes this has happened to me before) you might have to hail a cab! I usually take an extra $20 in my wallet just in case!
  2. My ID. Also a no-brainer. I love myself a good margarita, so don’t forget it at home, ladies!!
  3. Mascara. I once read to never walk out the door without mascara on. Since I was a teenager I have taken this to heart, and I always have a tube on me. What if you go to a sad movie and cry your eyes out at the end?! Just excuse yourself to the bathroom and reapply!
  4. Lipstick or chapstick. Since you’re probably going to be eating or drinking SOMEthing on the date, make sure to bring lipstick to reapply! And if lipstick isn’t your thing, bring chapstick to keep those lips soft and smooth, just in case he or she is cute and you wanna kiss them!
  5. Breath mints or gum. In the same vein as the above post, to keep that breath fresh!
  6. Travel-sized deodorant or perfume. I recommend this for my outdoor dates, like putt-putt! They have cute little travel sizes in lots of stores like Target or Wal Mart! Just excuse yourself to go freshen up!
  7. Pepper-spray. My best friend has a cute little pink one on her keychain. I may seem paranoid, but safety is always first on dates, especially if you’re going to be out late and your drove yourself. If your date doesn’t walk you to your car, then it’s really nice to have some kind of protection!
  8. Bobby pins. We’ve all been there. You go out dancing with your date or your friends and your hair looks great, then 20 minutes later you go into the bathroom and it’s a total mess! Bobby pins are a LIFE SAVER! You can throw your hair into a cute undo or a half-up, half-down style, then continue on dancing!!
  9. A book. This may seem a little off, but I’m a huge reader. If your date keeps you waiting or needs to go outside for a smoke and your phone is about to die, just whip out a book and entertain yourself for a few minutes! This has come in handy with me a surprising amount of times.
  10. A sweater. Usually I keep this in my car (or their car if they drove you), but I find it’s considerate to bring a sweater that goes with your outfit, just in case you’re out later than you thought and it gets chilly! It’s better you both be warm than he gives you his jacket and freezes to death!

Alright guys, these are the 10 most essential things I bring on dates! I hope you enjoyed reading them! Let me know what YOU can’t leave home without on your dates in the comments, and tell me if I missed any!!


First Things First

I guess this is where I introduce myself. Hi, my name is Kelly. I’m a 23-year-old almost-graduate and I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do with my life. I’m the classic ugly ducking story–I was a tomboy in middle school who never got asked to dance, turned into a high school athlete who was never asked to prom or on a date. Then, in college, something changed. Probably my eyebrows, mostly. But all of a sudden, I wasn’t the ugly girl anymore. Guys were interested in me, so much so that I didn’t realize when I was being flirted with or asked out on a date. Since then, I’ve gotten the hang of dating, and I’m here to share my stories, tips and tricks, and any other experiences I have with you all! I hope you like the blog and feel free to leave me comments!

A constant in my life since I was around 18 has been my serial dating habits. I don’t even know how I got to be a serial dater (I think Tinder had a lot to do with it), but for the last seven years I’ve kind of been stuck this way, and honestly it’s not the worst thing in the world. I get my food paid for a lot. I get to go out with cute guys who drive me around the city and usually are up for a good time. I have over 2,700 Tinder matches, so when I’m having a boring weekend, I usually just text one up and ask them out for drinks. It’s usually a good time, but I’ve definitely had some strange occurrences in my day!

Overall, I want it to be clear that I’m not trying to hurt anyone. These guys are just up for casual dating (not hookups… okay sometimes hookups but not too often) which they make clear before we go out. Unlike a lot of my friends in the south at age 23, I just don’t feel the need to settle down any time soon, and after my parents’ divorce I’m about as excited for marriage as I am for my next gyno appointment. So if you’d like to hear some fun dating stories (like the time I witnessed a shooting on a double-date, or the time I unknowingly went out with a semi-famous country-music guitarist) watch this space and join me on this fun dating adventure!