We met Saturday for drinks and had an enjoyable evening...
He was very hands on, PDA, kissing at the bar, etc. But when he kissed me this time, I had this horrible skin crawling feeling of discomfort.
Maybe it was because I had to tell him details about myself we'd already heavily discussed on date one? Maybe because he's so confident and aggressive? I don't know. He is a good kisser -- so it wasn't lack of skill.
I wish I could pinpoint why I felt that way. But suddenly, I got tired, wanted to teleport home and crawl into my bed alone.
He's a catch. The ONLY catch of my summer (I guess fall now).
Damnit Elle. Snap out of it.
So IDK where that will go, waiting for him to ask me out again and take it from there...if he doesn't, then we won't have much to report now will we?
Jake ghosted me. Not COMPLETELY but definitely cut the communication lines. We used to snapchat all day -- now it's never. We've texted here and there to meet up - it never happens.
I'm glad it phased out easily. No awkward conversations about how he NEVER offered to buy me a drink....hallelujah.
And I have saved the best for last --
My friend Ta who I went to visit in Turkey this summer just invited me to Spain to go to a wellness spa for a week. SHA Wellness and it looks and sounds INCREDIBLE.
I am so tempted to go... I have to decide by tomorrow so he can book my flight but the timing is super tough.
Work's been filled with great things lately, I am prepping for my move (which technically I can do ahead of time to cut down on stress) but then I miss my very last week in my apartment that I adore so much....
It's dumb to forgo an insane, all expenses paid trip across the world to relax in luxury to spend one last week living alone buttttttt I am getting all sentimental.
SNAP OUT OF IT ELLE. I am looking forward to the next chapter living with Arash and I pray after living with him, the next person I reside with will be my husband. So this very well could be my last moments of "single in the city" status....
I've been solo for so long, it's crazy to think about life in any other format...
But I have to embrace the change.
And I have to decide -- go to Spain or don't go to Spain?