The point is, I’ve sworn off men.
Forever.
For good.
Well… at least until I decide otherwise. But I don’t anticipate changing my status anytime soon.
I’m on this whole journey of self-discovery because, clearly, my radar for decent men is beyond repair. So yeah, I’m convinced there are no right men for me right now.
I know they exist because… books.Obviously.
But until then? NO MEN. Zero. Nada.
I just turned twenty-five, so it's not like I’m at risk of dying alone. I’ve still got time. Which is why I’m focusing on me, and this time I mean it. No distractions. No getting sucked into someone else’s drama.
Rachel and I have traveled a lot together. Florida? Core memory. The Keys? Absolute magic. Imayhave fallen in love a little there. Something about those Keys, man…
Okay, I need to stop thinking about that trip.
Especially the part where Idefinitelydidn’t get free drinks all weekend from the bartender whodefinitelywasn’t professing his undying love for me by day two. And Rachel and Iabsolutelydidn’t pretend we were together to avoid any further advances.
The real highlight of the trip was after the bartender tried to feel me up. Rachel, who’s five feet of pure menace on a good day, slapped him clean across the bar. Hisownbar.
And in true Rachel fashion, she calmly leaned over his stunned form and threatened to haunt his dreams if he ever spoke to me again.
Still one of the best moments of my life. The look on his face waspriceless.
Then there was the Oregon/Washington coast trip. Two weeks of absolute freedom. The kind of trip that makes you forget real life exists.
And yes, Jacob Black's house was involved.
Was I secretly hoping he actually lived there and would come outside to say hi? Absolutely. A girl can dream, right?
We’ve been on so many adventures together. Some big, some small, some so wildly questionable that, in hindsight, it’s a miracle we survived them.
Honestly, what man would sign up for all of that?Probably none.Maybe thisno menthing really is the way to go. Just me, Rachel, and Fat Louie, traveling the world and leaving chaos in our wake.
And speaking of adventures… did I mention we’re finally in Scotland?
I can hardly believe we’re finally here.
After getting those tickets, I never expected it to take this long to finally make the trip. But things with Chance… well, they spiraled. Hard.
Like I said, I got lost in that relationship for longer than I care to admit.
Spoiler alert:It wasn’t for the best. Far from it, actually.
What started out as something thrilling quickly unraveled into a shitshow I never saw coming. Maybe it was toxic from the start, or maybe I just ignored the red flags because I wanted it to work. Turns out, I just wanted him to be the man I thought he could be.
Either way, I found myself stuck in a never-ending loop of fight, make up, repeat.
It was like trying to patch a sinking ship with duct tape. Messy, exhausting, and completely pointless.
But now that things have finally settled and our schedules lined up, we made it.
Packing for two weeks had been a challenge since I wasn’t sure how long I wanted to stay, and Rachel could only stay for two weeks, so it seemed like a good place to start. I still don’t really know what kind of answers I’m looking for here, or how long it’ll take to find them.
Unfortunately, I do have to work a little while I’m here. Just one meeting with a potential client, which means checking my email occasionally to stay on top of things. Personally, I don’t think we even need this guy, but it’s not my decision. So I’ll play nice for now.
