The Drunk Stylist

On very rare occasions have I ever labeled a boy as dead to me but desperate times called for desperate measures and this my friend was definitely a time to take desperate measures It had been approximately 6 months 2 weeks and 14 days since I walked out the passenger seat of his car with the intentions on never really having a conversation with him again after a long morning of rather interesting conversations and a few interesting activities we had come to a conclusion on our relationship just friends I said as he nodded in agreement it was something I thought we had both amicably agreed on until it became to a point where he started not answering messages due to the fact that I just got tired of making conversation aimlessly so once again we went from being just friends to just strangers it wasn’t until a rather vapid yet obvious discovery of me possibly moving on with my life did the awkward stage of us sliding emojis into each others dm’s became a all but three minute conversation of what I thought was us breaking the fourth wall on the awkward run ins that became our relationship I’ll admit I left the conversation feeling empowered invigorated all that good stuff I felt like I had finally held a man accountable for his actions said what I needed to say and moved on respectfully I also felt like he was able to do the same mind you I always think most of our conversations end well so much clarity and understanding and then out of nowhere it just be some fuck shit (to be continued)

After 6 seasons 94 episodes and two motion picture movies it became more apparent to me that maybe Carrie was onto something I had spent months analyzing and reanalyzing those last couple of episodes where she jumps in bigs arms on that pier in the middle of Paris and on the other hand I had also spent months watching the dysfunction of my own love life unravel the whole time I was so caught up on who’d I’d be choosing I never looked around long enough to realize who was choosing me and I couldn’t help but wonder how often had I missed those subtle moments of eye contact him always finding ways to make sure I was good no matter what the relationship was rather it was driving almost two hours every weekend during one of my most traumatic break ups just to make sure I wasn’t by myself or making sure his foot steps always matched mine on the account of our very obvious height difference on a daily basis so I’d never feel like I was walking alone maybe the theory of soul mates had nothing to do with idea of romantic love big had often referred to Miranda Charlotte and Samantha as the loves of carries life what if that was it there was definitely more to the story and although it wasn’t the end as a whole after two years of searching it was finally time to write out the final page and so what there wasn’t this big finale with a long dragged out kiss to accompany and so they lived happily ever after and who knows maybe one day in the future but for now I’ll leave you with these three tips Never miss the opportunity to wear a good outfit fall inlove every chance you get and always I repeat always stay incorrigible

Picture me being high while writing and keysHa the conscious in the back of my head yelling damn bitch I see you fly with the woorrrrrrrrds

“I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.”