I'm Ashley. I'm 22. I'm from southern California.
I love my cat, the smell of sunblock, and other things.
I don’t know if I’m just easily infatuated but the times when I’m not hearing from this new guy make me feel so restless. Which scares me because it’s only been a few weeks. I don’t know when it’s okay to be like, “Hey I’m a needy person. Don’t date me anymore if you can’t deal.”
I hate dating.
I am awful at dating and rethinking whether or not I was interesting, funny and witty. Like it’s an awful feeling when you think you might really like somebody and then you don’t know what to do with it because you don’t know what is going on in this other person’s head and it seems too early to really ask, “Where is this going?” but I certainly do not need a “friend with benefits” in my life. Is three weeks too early to be like, “Hey, does this have potential?”
And then part of me is just like ugh what reason would this person have to want to date me. And then another part of me is like wow I’m amazing and why wouldn’t they?
Moral of the story: Never date me.
I had a very good date with a successful/handsome/very hot guy last night and he wants to see me again tonight. If this all goes to hell then at least know that today it made me very happy.
My roommate’s family had to put down their cat today and it makes me really sad. He was 17 years old and lived a nice life, but still. I hate the idea that somebody or something can be there one second and gone the next. They just disappear, and that is terrifying to me.
Bae: Come over
Me: I'm in me mum's car
Bae: My parents aren't home
Me: Broom Broom