Back in November, I was reached out to by Women’s Health Magazine, asking if I’d be interested in contributing to a piece about New Year’s kisses. I actively hate NYE and avoid it at all costs, usually spending it outside of the country on a family vacation (that’s not a complaint, don’t worry). Last year we were in Thailand, the year before was Berlin, before that was Prague, you get the picture.
The last place I’d ever choose to be is NYC, but a notable one of my past NYE stories was from when I was living in Paris with my cute French boyfriend, and it had all of the potential to be the most romantic NYE ever but I obviously blew that one. If you so choose, you can read about it here: Women’s Health
Other than that, I haven’t had a New Years kiss since and this year wasn’t any different. It’s too soon for me to post about that, but let’s just say that I spent the first day of 2018 hungover AF on my couch, not even able to eat my pad thai, wondering why I thought it was a good idea to start tailgating at 9am the day before for the Giants game in negative temps and then be at a party in BK until 2am. It seemed like a good idea at the time with a guaranteed New Years kiss. I was wrong on both accounts.
In my hungover state, I swiped furiously on all of the apps. I got a few responses and had meaningless conversations about 2018 resolutions. One of them was me asking a guy if he was doing “Sober January” like everyone and their mom, to which he responded that he’s been sober for 5 years. He didn’t ask me out on a date.
When I didn’t get a lot of responses about 2018 resolutions, I reached out to my Instagram followers on a poll to ask if I should swap that out for a simple “Hey, what’s up?” The poll results were close so I gave it a try and it got more responses than what I’d tried in the past, so TY to my loyal fans who probably just want me to STFU about dating.
I was told to start writing my goals for 2018 and thinking about what’s going to be most important for me this year. One of those goals will be to go back and tell some of 2017’s forgotten stories so I’ll start there and will be sure to post any of the good ones that come up in 2018.
Cheers to the adventure ahead, it can only go up from the dark day that was January 1st.
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