First Date = GO-GO Stiletto boots! #why!
This first blog, we will go back in time when I was a “freshman” in College if you will. Young, energetic… a virgin, I think? Ha, perhaps.
It was one of the most amazing years filled with hope, desire to be free, and most importantly; no parents, at. all. I moved from Hamilton Ontario to London, to study photography. Epic fail on two counts. One- No parents meant free rein, and Two- free rein meant, I was learning jack shit about my lenses and more about Jack Daniels. #moneywellspeny
It was also a start to my everlasting journey of online dating. You see, when a girl is raised by a Russian Mother and a Middle Eastern Stepfather. There is not much room for that sensual, curiosity and growth.
2010, second year in London. Absolutely no idea as to what I was doing, but a girl’s got to eat right! #OhthoseSkinnyJeanDays! They caused trouble that’s for sure. I do not know how I survived going on dates without putting out. Foreign concept, right? But it was by far the greatest benefactor I could have ever hoped for in my early 20s.
Will never forget my first POF date. Yeah, that was a thing even back then! Let me paint this wonderful picture. Me- Sups cute, wearing heals (I think) half black jeans, half some sort of a black top. With, and I am not joking. Go-Go looking white heal 4in stiletto boots, that I got on sale from some weird shop down the street for $5. LOL #WTF… “And yes, I do recall this night, because I have pics to prove it” …and NO I will not share! This was #2010fashionsence. Him- Cute middle eastern boy. Yes, very stereotypical of me. What can I say, I had a type? Don’t remember what he wore, don’t think it mattered. #lol We went out to like a, TGI Friday’s “I believe” They had a patio back then right? Got dinner, shared a desert. And that’s when my Paranoia kicked in. Poor dude, I must have asked him maybe 20 times if he was ok paying. Bank account-$10 HA, well at least I was honest. Never seen a boy run so fast in my life. Point taken, never date a weirdo who can’t reassure you that you don’t have to a thing on your first date. Also note taken, STOP telling men how much you have I your bank account.
ALSO NOTE SUPS TAKEN: don’t ever wear those stupid looking shoes ever again, feet killed. Walked home on the train tracks back to V-Commons. As I entered my parking lot, I looked over 20feet to my right. I guess there will be a new night club on my street! #Morestories #Staytuned #Matryoshkas Stay Tuned.
