Deeper.

There’s this guy. ( I know, I know.) I’ve been avoiding trying to catch feelings for him, because he’s long distance. And to be honest, I can’t distinguish between if it’s fantasy or real, since 90% of our interactions have been on the phone due to distance. We agreed since we don’t want to do long distance, that we would try to decrease the communication since things would get confusing.  I hate to say it, but the decision is affecting me and it sucks.

Which led me to a realization today —

Deep down inside, I think I’m afraid of being alone. I thought my biggest fear was fear of failure or not achieving the lofty goals I have for myself, but maybe it’s rooted in this one. The fear of not being fully loved. Of not finding a romantic (and attractive lol) partner who gets me and wants to ride out life together.

So when someone promising comes along, I hold tight. Tighter than normal and probably definitely tighter and longer than I should. And while I’ve grown leaps and bounds in self-love, I still recognized this fear lingering in my heart today.

So I did what any normal human would do. I Googled it.

Here’s what I found:

Darlene Ouimet, Emergingfrombroken.com (Full post)

(I haven’t read her book, I just came across this on her website)

The truth is that people cannot determine my value. I had to learn to determine my own value by realizing just “HOW” I had been defined as less valuable. The truth is that people do not have the right to define me as good enough or not good enough. Each human being has equal value; I just had to look at lies I believed in order to realize they were in fact LIES. I believed that people, my family and my friends could determine my value by the way they regarded me. But this isn’t a truth. I had to stop believing that people could validate me or invalidate me. The truth is that personal value is not based on what I can do for others especially when there is no mutuality involved as had been the case in my life.

My damaged self esteem began to heal when I realized that it wasn’t ME who caused the damage to it in the first place.

Learning to love started with me, learning to love me. It was about being good enough for me. It was about accepting myself but I couldn’t do that until I faced where the “not good enough” messages came from. Little did I know that through facing this truth, I would find my value and my lost identity.  Through that process I was able to embrace myself the way that I had been longing for others to embrace me

Read This If You’re Worried That You’ll Never Find ‘The One’ – Heidi Priebe (Full post)

If you knew, with indisputable certainty, that love was never going to be yours, how would you live your life differently? What about your daily routine would you alter? What about your long-term plans?

… The idea that someday somebody will love all our flaws is a subtle excuse not to work on them. The principle of two halves making a whole restrains us from becoming our own better half. We want someone to swoop in during our darkest hour and save us, but what if we knew they never would? We’d have to start doing everything differently.

… Without the fear of ending up alone, the opportunities open to you would become endless. You could live on every continent. You could scale the corporate ladder. You could go back to school and get that degree you’ve always felt interested in, without worrying about the financial burden your debt may place on somebody else.

… Stop looking for The One to spend the rest of your life with. Be The One.

And let everybody else come searching for you.

Thanks Google. =)

 

Hello, Mr. Interesting!

Had a wonderful photoshoot this week with a great photographer I’m looking forward to the results!

Also on set, was a handsome model who I ended up chatting with via phone a few days later. When the time finally came to address our chemistry, I said I was a relationship kind of gal, and he said he’s a polygamous kinda of guy. He wants multiple wives in the future. -_-  Good for him, yay for honesty, but uhhh that’s gonna be a no for me dawg.

Also found out scrollmate has a whole ass wife. Welp. That’ll be my first and last IG crush too.

So on the love life front, I have McMaybe still floating around in the abyss, and a potential new development with a man who’s 9 years older than me.  He came out of nowhere with two back-to-back (yesterday and today) 2-hour phone conversations… hellllo Mr. Interesting!

Boom! Nickname. That was easy.

The 9 year age gap is a first for me, I’ve remained in a 2 year age radius up till now.  But he’s cool and a gentleman, so I’m with it. I like how he is communicative, sure of himself, and already seems to have a clear idea of where his career is headed. I admire that and feel like I can learn from him. I mean McMaybe has all these things too…. I’ll just see how Mr. Interesting’s first date goes next week.

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So yes, I’m back on the dating scene again (I guess) feeling more “man crazy” than ever…  I really don’t understand how because I made it a point to delete my dating apps and focus on myself. Life has a greatttt sense of humor.

If I make it a point not to focus on my career will the same logic apply? Will all these opportunities just come rushing in? HA!

 

Stalkers and scrollmates.

Alright anonymous online diary readers, don’t judge me.

I did say I would return to doing me.

But….

Have you ever digitally “met” someone and felt an instant connection? This just happened to me. About eight minutes ago.

Not sure why or how, but a handsome creative soul connected with me on LinkedIn. I never check my notifications, but I happened to click through to see who this random person was. I ended up heading over to his website to see his portfolio, and then to his IG profile to see even more.

This man is a brilliant creative. He illustrates artists, public figures and musicians AND according to his profile… (because yes I scrolled all the way down) we seem to have very similar tastes. How did I get all these vibes just from a profile? I really don’t know. Idk if this is a PMS symptom or “lack of qualified dating options” symptom or what. Yes, I feel cray.

But all that inner judgement still didn’t stop me from doing my first slide ever in the DMs (yay? lol I know. absolute craziness.) to thank him for connecting and to tell him about the series I’m working on and that I hope to feature him. Okay, so maybe that doesn’t count as a slide… but still. I admit my intention isn’t exactly all business, I would love to get to know him.

Anyway, I’m claiming it as fate. My first “scrollmate.” He seems so dope, so I hope we cross paths in life. And if we do, it would be cool if he happens to be single and interested too. haha 😉

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On the flipside, while I’m hoping and wishing for Mr. Scrollmate to notice me,  I have this weird stalker dude attacking my IG page. He has successfully liked every single one of my pictures on IG, and sent me a million DM requests (hey. you’re pretty. hey. hey.) and after blocking him on IG, he’s now trying to infiltrate my FB. -_-

I don’t get it. It’s never the ones you want lol.

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Update. Scrollmate is married. Abort mission.

A Tale of 3 Slices.

Went over to McMaybe’s apartment. Said he was just going to order pizza because it was easy. I get there, and this man ordered 3 slices. Two for him and one for me.

I looked at him like he was crazy. I was just so confused, trying to resist the urge to laugh, thinking to myself, who says they’re going to order pizza and then orders slices?

He who orders pizza slices for delivery instead of a whole pie, cannot be trusted.

The End.

#filmfodder

So there’s this guy…

So there’s this guy… He reappeared after 9 years. First guy in a while that actually has potential. I’m deciding to give him a chance. He’s a doctor, so my friends call him McDreamy. Ha.

First date – today.

Update:

THE MOST AWKWARD DATE IN LIFE.
I wore no socks and loafers, heels in my bag… (don’t ask) It started snowing. FML.
Had an anxiety attack ON THE DATE. Never happened before, why god why?
Had to take our food to go. Date date lasted about 15 minutes.
Walked back to his place, hung out for a few hours.
(Nothing happened, don’t get any ideas.)
Went home.

Let see if I get a second date (or even a text back) from McMaybe.