Chivalry is alive and well

Was going to title this post and just flat out say "A successful first date", but the last time THAT happened on the blog, he got a nickname, and me head over heels. Cue Boys like Girls, because that song was my shit.

We all know I go on a lot of dates and I love blogging about them, so here's another.

Preface: He graduated from my high school a few years before me. He actually graduated from the college my ex goes to, so we had a TON to talk about.

I kept unintentionally blowing him off for a week+ so I figured it was about damn time to go on a date that was actually CLOSE to my house. He offered to pick me up. After experiencing previous dates (aka creepster-mcgee), I figured I'd drive myself. Sushi again? Yes, puhlease.

I get there. He walks in. We hug.
He goes: "Hey I got you a little gift".
I'm all like oh shit, what do I do? 
When we first started talking he told me he got a bunch of keychains for free while studying abroad in Paris a few years ago. He decided to bring me one. It was the eiffel tower, and I must say, I was impressed. I realized I should stop being such a judgmental sour pants and accept the gift and love it up. I added it to my new keychain collection on my wallet. It's like he knew I loved/want to visit Paris, and I just got a new wallet. Double whammy. Four for you, Duder.

I figured I'd only end up there for a good hour - hour and a half. I ended up being there for three hours. It felt comfortable, our conversing, and it was really a lot of fun.

Damn me and my dating/blogging experiences that lead me to believe that I have very low expectations for dates.

I really wish I had something more exciting to share, but he "nailed" it on the first date.
Best part? He walked me to my car AND didn't even try to kiss me.
Chivalry is alive and well.

So to sum it up: I left with the eiffel tower, left over sushi, and a smile.

Can't Eat, Can't Sleep, You rock my world type stuff

Hoping on the dear future boyfriend train because it's still 'boyfriend season' and I'm still 'single as a pringle'.  As far as I've learned, I know that boyfriend seasons doesn't end until spring thaw. So basically....crap, I have not too much way too much time to try to find the one that makes my heart sing and get all those butterfly feelings that the Olsen twins spoke of at the mere age of fetus and a half.

Dear future boyfriend,

Congratulations and welcome to Girlfriend University! We have lot's of great features that make us stand out from the others. Well hey there. I'm pretty sure at this point you get my odd sense of humor and think it's great that I find my jokes (that aren't funny to anyone else) pretty g-d damn hilarious. I will probably also acknowledge this or other not-funny-funny-things later on down the road. Like one night when were in the car on the way to dinner or to do domestic things (because I think that weird shit is fun), I will probably think of this and randomly start giggling for all of eternity.

I hope you are fine with being old people 7/10 times. Although I look probably half your age (don't worry, I'm not), I'm fine with staying in and getting drunk. That's what all the cool hip people do these days though, right? I mean obviously I'm down to merp anytime, anywhere, but chances are I'm more about cuddling and flipping through netflix and until we decide to really not watch anything or else just go back to the news channel.

Alright sorry sorry, I am not THAT boring. Thanks to growing up with a little brother, I like video games, sometimes. But I guess at this point in life, we all like competition so it's up to you if you want to let me win sometimes or not. But it's okay after the two month mark, I give you all permission to try to kick my butt in Mario Kart.

Speaking of things guys like that (some weird) girls don't...I like sports. Let me clarify: I love going to baseball games because warmer weather [and cuter pictures, duh!], basketball games are super fun because I understand it and as far as hockey or football? I mean, if you like it I'm all for it. I just might bother you a few times too many because I don't get what a first and ten truly means. I'm down for cheap beer though, thanks.

Also you wouldn't have made it to boyfriend material if you didn't support all my crazy decisions. Whether encouraging my singing of taylor swift/rap songs, because they just make you down right smile to what to blog about for the upcoming weeks. You have to believe in me, like I believe in you! I don't expect some Dear John, The Notebook, or Nights in Rodanthe (points if you know what these movies are about/seen them), type lifestyle aka why they belong in movies, but as long as you enjoy adventurous things sometimes, then buckle up and lets get moving.

See, I'm fun!!!!!

I'm awkward sometimes (but you know that by now). I enjoy chocolate covered gummy bears, Frank Sinatra (le hardcore duh if you end up reading this), zinfandel, spooning, retail therapy (lots of it), taking cute pictures together, sprinkles, anything that will make me happy, and of course, you. I enjoy you a lot. Heck, I enjoy you so much I probably want to spend too much time with you, so sorry about that one. I only hope you feel the same.

I hope you dress nicely. Because that is probably what attracted me to you in the first place...besides facial hair and how easy it is for you to make me smile. If you don't dress nicely, houston we have some problems and that it something I would love to help out with.

Chances are it will take some begging and a half to get me to watch horror/action movies with you. I'm all about those rom-coms and just flat out romantic things that puke I WANT MY LIFE TO BE A FAIRYTALE, too.

Finally, you better be down for having room for activities. Nah, not talking about needing space in your place to build a fort (WHICH I WOULD FREAKING LOVE), but I mean to do things. On the days I am feeling anti-netflix (not as rare as you think...) I love days of doing simple yet grand things such as art museum, going to the city, even spending an afternoon in a random place (i.e bookstore). I like artsy things, I hope you get that. Also in your contract, I think I stated you must be able to take pictures of me for my corner of the internet? Brunching is always a great idea, just saying.

At the end of the day, as long as you enjoy being with me like Drake does (sweatpants, hair tied, chilling with no makeup on), then I think we have a deal.

I'll be seeing you. (Vomcity cliché movie reference)

Hugs and kisses and all that mushy shit,
Ya baby girl
Rachel


P.S I'm Boston bound today!

Canada with a blogger, Eh?

I went to Canada. You knew that if you followed me on instagram with the overload of artsy beer pictures, thinking I'm cool at a casino (because I was freakin legal), and all that fun shenans with my date (who blacked out all afternoon saturday. Yes, we are not going to talk about that)...Hey Noah...

Where does the blogger part come in? Well being that Rachael and Ashleigh came over to my friends frat palace all the brothers asked how we knew each other and we said we met through blogging. One of my friends friends (hey there if you end up reading this) kept saying all weekend "look there's the blogger....it's the blog girl". I actually found it hilarious since most people in real life don't just see me and say oh hey it's Rachel the blogger.

Who says you can't talk about your past weekend on the start of a new weekend? Yea, I don't think there really are any rules against that. No blog police, no problem. I don't think I need to string words together, but if this was a fridge magnet thingy (ya know we used to play with them when we were kids?) I would use these words to describe my weekend:

drink, casino, and 2AM falafel.

Sounds fun right? No really, it really was.

Probably my favorite picture from the weekend: Selfies with Falafel, anyone?

*If you've never had Falafel, you can go back to hiding under a rock now...*

So casual.
Well, I'm sure no weekend anytime soon will compare.