I went on a genuine adventure and I have the bruises to prove it!
How many times does something pan out exactly the way you want it to? And how often does it work out better than you could’ve hoped? That was my weekend.
- My faith in men has been restored by a Greek God come to life
- Mr. Adventure is the real deal… in more ways than one
- I know what I have to do about Mr. Magic Tongue
Pretty good for a weekend meant for relaxing!
I hiked up a mountain with my own personal guide and was carried back down said mountain because I’m too clumsy for life. The whole day felt like something out of a reality show. There were definitely parts where I expected the cameramen to jump out of the bushes and ambush me. This is L.A. we’re talking about! Not that I’d ever admit it to him, but there’s been a tiny bit of me that doubted Mr. Adventure’s stories. How could one guy do that much?? God, he’d drag me up Everest if he ever heard me say that!
And as for my failed friends-with-benefits adventure… I think I’ve figured out what I have to do. It was naive to think we’d be the only pair to successfully keep a friendship through something like that. And it was super naive of me to think he didn’t have any ulterior motives. I thought it was sex. He thought it’d lead to more. There’s no point assigning blame when I’m terrified we won’t be friends at the end.
And as for friends… who knows what’s waiting for me back home? Maybe Miss Puppet should have a shot at running my life. God knows I’m doing a bang up job.
Oh, and one more thing:
4. I’m an East Coast girl through and through