Pretend I'm your girlfriend.
What kind of boyfriend are you? Because if your answer is "anything you want princess" I regret to inform you that's how I end up with three cats and a redecorated apartment by Tuesday 😭
I want the man who looks me in the eye in a boutique and goes "absolutely not, you have four black jackets at home."
Calm. Confident. Completely immovable.
And when I start negotiating, throws me over his shoulder and carries me out of the store like a sack of very expensive potatoes 😘
Stay Cool 💋
Yesterday a concerning number of you picked "throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of the store" boyfriend.
Noted. Filed. Promotion incoming 😭
Now, pretend I'm your wife.
You walk in at 6:15. Ribeye on the stove. Candle lit because I'm not an animal. Slip dress because I felt like it and because I know what it does to you.
Full disclosure: there's a small grease fire we're going to address in a minute, Nessa has already betrayed me and is on your lap, and I'm about to tell you a four-part story about a man at the grocery store who tried to take MY cart.
I cannot promise you a calm life. I CAN promise every guy who meets us is going to go "oh, he's obsessed with her."
And honestly. Fair.
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The farmer's market ribeye guy remembered Ava's order yesterday morning before she said a word. Two pounds. Wrapped. Confident.
"Every Saturday."
Then he looked at me.
"and what can I get you?"
FOUR MONTHS. I complimented his dry aging process. We had a whole conversation about grass finishing. FOUR MONTHS.
I said "two pounds of ribeye" very normally and moved on like a person with her life together.
Caught up to Ava three stalls down. Told her what happened. She picked up a jar of honey, examined it for no reason, set it back down.
"he's always been like that."
She has been withholding this information since September 😭
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Pretend it's our anniversary one day. One year in.
Somewhere between the second glass and the dessert I am not going to order, you are going to reach across the table without looking up, top off my wine before your own, and ask me how my day was — like you have not been with me for most of it.
That is the moment I think about. Not the dress. Not the toast. Not what comes after. The wine glass.
I am young and I have never been anybody's wife. But I have decided that is the thing I am holding out for 😭
Some of you reading this are already that man. Good. I hope she knows.
Some of you could be. I am letting you imagine it.
And to the girlies — I have not been you, not yet, not really. But I have watched it happen to people I love and I have taken notes. The next one is going to do it without looking up. I promise 💗
Stay Cool 💋
I disappeared for one week and some of you immediately launched a full investigation into my love life 😭
Friends.
I met a man.
On a rooftop.
That is currently the entire plot 💀
Meanwhile my messages are full of people acting like we're three seasons deep into a television series.
Anyway I appreciate the enthusiasm.
If I get married you'll know.
If I end up crying into ice cream you'll probably know that too.
Stay Cool 💋