It may seem that Candace and I spend most of our time talking about how we wish we had love in our lives. In reality, the dating pool is terrifying and it’s a lot safer to just stay at home and cuddle our pets (in my case) and jazz up our lipstick collection (in Candace’s case). I think one of the greatest things about being single is that I can do all sorts of weird shit to myself, and not be worried that my actions are making my paramour think twice. I know that the beauty stuff that ladies do to themselves freaks guys out because I have personally experienced a soured relationship.
I was dating a guy who lived his life #YOLO to the utmost (I also suspect that he was secret CIA, but that’s another story). Things were going swimmingly with us, until the day I realized I left my car keys at his place. He found them and told me he would drop them off at my house on a Sunday morning before heading to a round of golf (SO ANGLO, I know). Instead of letting my roommate’s boyfriend answer the door for me, I rushed out of the kitchen in a hair towel, fleece bathrobe adorned with baby blue stripes and peace signs (it was a Christmas present in high school, and SUPER warm), and of course, a bright green face mask. I opened the door, and #YOLO stepped back in fear, and carefully handed me my car keys. Our affair quickly fizzled out after that. I suspect that his penchant for blacking out and my penchant for weekend beauty treatments is what did us in. Continue reading
Notes Between Friends 