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By Christie Gleason Dear Cancun,
When I think of you, my thoughts form in Technicolor- vibrant reds, crystal clear blues, crisp whites- before fading into the colors of your sunsets- perfect pastels of purple, pink, and orange, your skies melting slowly into your ocean. I can hear a soundtrack of certain songs playing on a loop in my mind and can remember the golden light of your sun on my skin, scorching and relentless. The first time we met, I was a person I had never been before. I was heartbroken- sad, lost, and numb, the opposite of who I had always been. Going to see you was an escape for me, an escape from my city and the memories that lingered around every corner. I had never seen an ocean like yours before and when I set foot on your beach, it was practically therapeutic. Your white sand and perfectly blue, crystalline water lifted my heart and cut away at everything that had been weighing me down.
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By Christie Gleason I used to be pretty fearless when it came to matters of the heart. I was the kind of girl that was willing to risk it all in the pursuit of love, an emotion I feel so deeply and give so freely. Because of this, I’m a bit surprised and honestly horrified at the way I regard relationships now. After a devastating breakup followed by two years of casual dating, I have met someone that I legitimately like. And. I. Am. Appalled.
By him? No. By myself? Most definitely. Gone are the days of being the girl taking chances and confidently handing out her heart to those she deemed worthy. Loooong gone is the blind trust that came with earnest, sincere emotions. You live and you learn and now, as I receive a text from the guy I like wishing me goodnight, I picture his cute face. And then I imagine the thousands of things that could go wrong and the hundreds of ways he could hurt me. I wonder if the fact that he hasn’t sent me a cute emoji lately means he is starting to like me less. (Oh my God, you guys, why am I so crazy?!) I think of all these things until my heart is twisted up and settling into my stomach, where it remains as I fall asleep, wondering why I even bother trying. Dating isn’t worth it. Love might not even be worth it. By Christie Gleason About a year ago, a friend told me about Tinder and all it’s entertaining, hilarious glory. Cute boys with a swipe of a finger? Don’t mind if I do! As I began to check out the Tinder scene, I realized two things: 1. Sociologists need to get on Tinder STAT. As I've interacted with a few people on the app, I have come to realize that it has strong potential to be the greatest social experiment of all time. 2. The guys are shockingly similar. Now, I’m not saying that they are all the same. Tinder features men of all races, religions, ages, and heights (they’ll be sure to include that in their little info section, even if they’re under six foot). What I AM saying is that there is a pattern to how these guys speak to you and what they’re looking for. Based on my experiences and what I've been told by others, I feel like I summed it up pretty well with the following ten: 1. The Excessively Complimentary Guy
“I love your eyes.” “Wow, you have a beautiful smile.” “You’re gorgeous!” The EC Guy will work any and all compliments into the conversation at least five times within the first five minutes. Yeah, it’s flattering but be aware: he’s also sweet talking every girl on Tinder, hoping to get into ANYONE’S pants. |
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