Hooking up. That seems like all people have time for and dating apps like Tinder, OkCupid, etc. are keeping the hook up culture alive. What ever happened to dating? To meet cutes? To locking eyes with strangers across the room and to someone asking you out?. Picking you up and handing you flowers? Everything in today’s society is too fast paced. We all suffer from FOMO (fear of missing out) when it comes to dating and are constantly looking for the next best thing.
We need to slow it down. We need to know that we can still date without feeling like we have to take our clothes off.
Harlan Cohen, the author of the Naked Roommate, wrote a book titled “Naked Dating: Five Steps to Finding the Love of Your Life (While Fully Clothed and Totally Sober).” In his book, Cohen talks about ways to find the love of your life without having to hook up.
Here are five steps to finding happiness with yourself and to find a significant other.
This Thirsty Thursday we’re going to learn how to order a coffee in 15 countries around the world. I know I have a lot of international readers and if you’re from one of the countries in this post and the wording of your language is wrong, please let me know! Also, my keyboard doesn’t have all the accents needed so my apologies for that.
I wanted to bring to you all two things–a life update and a story I recently read about the Kopakama Cooperative. If you’ve been following me on Instagram, then you already know that I’m a barista at Stellar Beans in Lake Charles, LA. I know, first I drink the coffee then I write about the coffee then I became a barista (Gilmore Girls reference anyone?).
Anyway, I’m currently living at my parent’s house in Lake Charles, LA while I try and save money to move to Austin, TX where in two or three years time I hope to one day open a coffee shop!
Well, that’s my little blurb about me, let’s move on to the real story–The Kopakama Cooperative.
We all have expectations and a list when it comes to picking out universities. Some of the expectations might be: a good program for your major, good sports teams, large/small campus, Ivy League, Big Ten, a college in a city or a college in the country. I had only three requirements on my list: it had to be far away from my parents, it had to be in Illinois and it couldn’t be a religious university.
Excitement coursed through our veins as music poured out of the car’s speakers. The right turn signal blinked slowly as we made the sharp turn into Calvary Cemetery. The late afternoon light peeked through the orange and yellow leaves of the old trees. I pulled Phantom, my baby, over and grabbed my purse before locking the doors behind Emily and I.
We had decided to ring in the start of fall with a walk around the oldest existing burial grounds established by the Archdiocese of Chicago. We had heard that the cemetery was haunted by a spectre of a man, covered in seaweed. This freaky phantom, nicknamed “Seaweed Charlie” has been seen crawling from the lake, crossing Lakeshore Drive, and heading towards the graveyard.
I wrote this my freshman year of college (Fall 2010) when I was feeling alone, like an outsider, and depressed. As someone who grew up on the road and in motel rooms with only her tight knit family, getting acclimated to a big city like Chicago and the people within that city was a huge adjustment and sometimes it still continues to be.
I’ve definitely grown since then but I still thought that I’d share this for anyone and everyone who has every had to deal with a huge life change or who feels as though they’re an outsider.