Your Love is My Drug...

Hello Everyone!

So, I know that I am now taken and in a relationship, but I will try to keep this blog as entertaining as usual. 

I am almost six months in to my relationship and I am still honeymooning! It's a bit bizarre, but I won't complain. 

(Image thanks to http://www.divinecaroline.com/22078/123668-eight-love-adages-ignore#0)

Currently the British boy is coaching football in Louisiana. He is about 4 hours away from me and that has made things a bit rough. Luckily we have so far been able to make it work, even with all the obstacles thrown in our way. The hard part is that the family he stays with isn't too keen on having me sleepover, especially in the same bed. This is totally understandable, since they have young kids, but it is making seeing each other very expensive. 

I am still unemployed so gas tanks and hotel rooms are putting me in serious financial trouble, not to mention that in four months I will be back in England to meet his entire family for New Years! Where will all this money come from?!??!?! 

I have just taken a new job waiting tables, but our addiction to one another has definitely made nervous.  We have not been able to go more than 4 or 5 days without each other since I have been back from being abroad. We make vows to not see each other for a week or two, but we eventually both give in and book a last minute hotel room. 

I can attest that the saying does hold some truth, distance makes the heart grow fonder, but for the time being I cannot get enough of this boy. Should I be concerned? Am I falling too fast? Can I please win the lottery? 

Until next time, 

Broke, addicted, and JAG

Reflections

Hello Bloggers,

I am here to apologize to myself and to you. I really dropped the ball these past few months on updating this blog.

Well I have been around Europe and back and my oh my, how my life has changed. I went to London and had the time of my life. I was living in the city again, on my own, working in a theater, and surrounded by history, art, and culture. My life was perfect. I did however have one thing on my mind and that was my British Boy back home. As I took my time to discover everything I could I realized that though seeing the world on my own was something I had always wanted to do, it wasn't much fun doing it alone.

I think God was playing a little trick on me this April fools day. I was all set and happy being alone. I was ready to begin my journey and have my very own eat, pray, love year. However, as fate would have it, as soon as you stop looking for a relationship, one will find you. I never intended to get tied up with this boy, I honestly thought it would make for a great blog, but this one could not be ignored.

I have never met anyone so kind, thoughtful, and amazing as my Prince. It sounds totally cheesy and I hate myself for being so taken by him. He really is just what I needed to put my man hating aside and possibly let myself fall again. I am so scared that this is all happening so fast, but in a way it feels natural. This is the first time I have felt like I am not competing for power. This is the first time that a man has told me that he will catch me. Am I naiive in hoping that this time...those words are still too scary to publish.

A month into my journey abroad I realized how often I thought of him, how much I wanted him there, and how frequently "Love" formed on my lips. I was falling in love. I am in love.

I traveled to Ireland, Paris, Barcelona, and Rome and I took every opportunity to put my loneliness aside and bask in the beauty that I had made it this far. I was overwhelmed with beauty and the thought of how many miles from home I was. It was just what I needed and an affirmation to go on. I learned a new side of myself and gained a whole new sense or worldly priorities. Love, Family, and Knowledge.  Now reign at the top of my list.

Now I am home and my time abroad is slowly slipping away. It seems more like a dream and I desperately cling to the person I discovered. However, bills and freedom loom over me. I have yet to find happiness here in Dallas. I want to be doing something worthwhile, but I am serving tables. I need to help my parents, I need to get out of this house, I have loans to pay back, and credit cards to pay back. Reality is smacking me in the face, but yet I just want to cling on to my memories.

I do however have the most amazing family, friends, and boyfriend to pull me through. Apparently its normal to go through a bit of a rough patch when realizing that my degrees can't be put to good use just yet. I know now though that if you want something bad enough, you will achieve it.

So that's a snip it of my life at the moment. I will do my best to keep up with this blog. I shall not let you down haha.

Until next time,
JAG

British Bliss

Alright Bloggers!!! It has been far too long and things have begun to pick up speed. First of all there are only fourteen more days until I am in jolly old London. Fourteen!!! I cannot believe how fast time has flown by. I have already booked my flights to London, Dublin, Paris, Barcelona, and Rome!!! However more frightening than these huge life purchases are the questions swimming round and round in my head about what to do about British boy. Not to mention that he is the perfect prince charming...well at least so far. We finally sealed the deal on Friday and I was certainly not disappointed. He has this boyish charm and his athleticism is certainly nice in the bedroom. He also treats me like a princess. Shagging with the Brit is soft and sweet. It reminds me of being young and naive, however there is a twist to this innocence. I am a bit older and demanding, which means I hold some power. We seem to balance each other out quite nicely. I put on the dramatics and he happily pulls me back towards reality. Plus that accent is certainly a plus to his romantic charm.

There are red flags however. I suppose anyone can find a red flag if they are looking for it though.
1. He is only 21. I know that age stops to matter after awhile and I do have to admit that he is one of the most respectful and sweet guys I have met. At least out of all these american boys

2. HE LIVES IN LONDON!!!

3. I LIVE IN THE USA

We haven't discussed where this is going, but I am okay with that for the time being. He even wants to meet my parents and offered for me to stay with his if I get stuck in a sticky situation in London.

Oh boy am I in trouble... :)

Is This Real Life?

As busy as I am I need to blog for you!!! My life is spiraling into bliss.

1.  I am leaving for London in less than 3 weeks!

2. I just bought concert tickets to see Benny Benassi and David Guetta in London!! 

3. I booked a weekend trip to Dublin!!!

4. British boy and I have been on 3 dates and damn I am loving it so far!!!!

5. His host family that he is staying with will be out of town next week ;) !!!!!

6. My body is looking very nice from all my time at the gym!!!!!!

Okay, alright, enough bragging. In other words, my life is everything I ever wanted and I am beginning to fear when it all might come crashing down. Is this a dream or real life? When am I going to wake up? 

I know I shouldn't worry and I should just enjoy this while it lasts. I will do my best to follow this advice. 

British boy and I finally kissed on our 2nd date. It was alright, but the awkwardness of the car and our kissing styles didn't make it firework worthy. However, date number 3 proved to be much better. I don't mean this to sound insensitive, but I need him to be less of a gentleman in his kissing style. He is very soft and sweet, but sometimes this girl likes it to be rough. On the third date though, I realized that he is easily taught, so I'll give him sometime to shed his gentlemanly tail coats and put on something a bit more sinful. 

Until Next Time, 

Just Another Girl

British Invasion

Hello Bloggers!

Last night was incredible. As you all know, I was on my first date with the boy I had served at the restaurant I work at. He is from England, but staying with a host family here in Texas while he coaches football (aka Soccer!) Though our initial meeting was a bit awkward, as I struggled to balance trays and not screw up their orders, he somehow found me charming. He ended up contacting me through email, and since then we have been communicating via Facebook and text almost everyday. Because the first time I met him was such a blur, I was a bit nervous to meet him in person once again. He picked me up at my house like a true gent. and immediately I knew that this was going to be a good night.

The British boy is a soccer player from the UK and I don't know who could resist his accent. We spent the night exploring Denton Square and talking about US and England stereotypes. I forced him to try Shiner Boc Beer and he kicked my ass at darts. Overall I hope to see British Boy again : )

 Image by: http://www.askmen.com/top_10/entertainment/chicks-kissing-scenes.html

Still waiting on that first kiss however...that is always the judge on if this will last.

Until Next Time,
J.A.G

Heating Up Dallas

Miami heat...try Texas heat. Just when I was about to think that my sex life could not be more frigid and similar to the frozen tundra, Texas turns its attention to a potential heat wave. Finally something to spice up my bland new life!

Okay, first things first. About a week ago while I was serving tables a young gentleman asked me for a margarita, being the responsible server that I am I politely asked "Sir may I see your I.D? " He proceeded to produce his card and as luck would have it, he was definitely not from around these parts. In fact he was from London!!! I am pretty sure my heart skipped a beat as I realized his sexy British accent and the fact that he was of age to consume liquor (one of my rules for dating... no one under the age of 21 please.) I of course couldn't contain my awkwardness for long and ended up rambling about my upcoming trip to London and that he was only living down the street from where I would be. After an agonizing shift of dropping beer bottles and screwing up orders I just decided to go for it and be super unprofessional by giving his host family my email so that I could talk more to him about London and possibly have a local as a friend. I didn't expect much to come out of this interaction, after all I was gross and sweaty, smelling of fajitas, and covered in food. Days went by and I hadn't heard a word so I decided to move past the embarrassment I felt for most likely making an idiot of myself to a table I barely knew.
A week later I am surprised however to have an email from an unfamiliar address. My British boy had indeed emailed me, and if I was reading his email correctly, being quite the flirt. We began talking and haven't stopped since. Turns out he is coaching soccer here in Texas and wouldn't mind a tour guide here as well. Digits have been exchanged and I am expecting a date this Thursday night with him. More to come...

In other news I did one of my don'ts, so this could be quite complicated. Yesterday night after having an awful Easter I decided to join one of my co-workers for a drink after work. This particular co-worker has never really showed any interest in me, so I didn't think much of it. I arrived late after having a long lecture delivered by my parent's about my poor attitude as of late (however that is another story). He was a few drinks in by this point and the gracious bartender had just delivered me a lethal vodka cran. My co-worker was friendly as always and we chatted about work and music, but as the night wore on his friendly attitude began to cross the lines of just friends. I might also want to mention that he had a few of his buddies there as well. It is time to leave and we are being ushered out by the bar staff when right in front of everyone he asks me for a kiss goodnight. Being the lady that I am I shake my head and say "Oh __________, never ask a lady in front of all these people. Too much pressure and I am sorry but my friend you are wasted." Of course I get the catcalls from his friends because I didn't kiss him. I try to shut them up by giving him a kiss on the cheek and urging him to go home and get some rest, but he plants a kiss right on my mouth. Never ever mix business with pleasure is what I always preach, but clearly I failed. Lets hope tonight isn't too awkward at work...

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Adventures in Miami

 Hello bloggers, Tiger Lily here!

I have so much to fill you in on, as usual!! Here is a brief catch up of the Friend and I:

Three weeks before I left for Miami, the Friend and I finally had “the talk”.  I told him I needed more time before I could fully commit to a relationship, and he was okay to wait.  So flash forward a week, my parents come home from Arizona (they were gone for a month, I think the Friend slept over almost every night).  The first week is fine, the Friend and I talk and hang out.  Then, a week before I leave I realize I haven’t heard from him in 3 days.  I call and text him, no reply. I wait until 2 more days then text him to tell him when I was free and to call me if he wanted to hang out.  I never heard from him… then I left for Miami!! =)

Let me start out by saying, I had very high hopes for this trip, with Mr. Miami and otherwise, and all of my hopes and expectations were blown out of the water. 

I left on a Thursday morning, and spent the weekend in Miami with Just Another Girl and our friend Kat (who we have known for 3 years).  The first night, Mr. Miami comes and shows us around the town. The night was full of sloppy Italian make out sessions and dancing.  The second night, we went out with Mr. Miami and 3 of his friends to a concert, so much good music and dancing, another great night!! Both nights I danced the night away with Mr. Miami and even got in some yummy kisses.  The third night was St Patty’s day. Kat, JAG and myself had a contest to see who could make out with the most people.  I remember after kissing one man, I looked at Kat and held up the number 4 and winked! Sunday we relaxed on the beach until we went to my parent’s condo in Ft. Lauderdale.

Now I was not expecting on seeing Mr. Miami until the next weekend when I would be staying with him (eeeeeep!).  But he came and picked the three of us up each night, one night hanging out at his place (30 minutes away), one night Benihanas and the Hardrock casino. Then Tuesday after JAG had to leave, he took Kat and I to a concert, which included Steve Aoki in the line up.  Steve Aoki hit me in the face with a cake, and Lil Jon poured champagne on me, and Mr. Miami licked it right off of me! On Thursday he picked up my cousin, Kat and I to Miami to see a movie premier.  Then Thursday night after Kat left, my cousin and I drove to Miami.  We arrived at a condo that my cousin, Miami and I were sharing with 3 other friends.

Thursday night we went to a concert and when we came back (at 4:30am I might add) we had a dilemma.  Our friends were sleeping in the bedroom and my cousin was sleeping on the couch in the living room where there is also a pull out bed.  So Mr. Miami suggest a shower…

After hanging out for a week, and dancing and kissing, we were finally alone.  A lady doesn’t kiss and tell (much) but bloggers, WOW. We fell in bed at 6:30 and I was out like a light.

Friday we went to Ultra Music Festival!! Mr. Miami and I got the place to ourselves for an hour in the morning and took full advantage of it. We lost my cousin within an hour of being at Ultra, so it was just Mr. Miami and our friend Benny.  From 12-12 we danced to amazing music, Mr. Miami and I danced, and of course the kissing ;)  After Ultra Mr. Miami and I went to an after party, he was very protective, always making sure I was having fun, but how could I not be?  We got home and again hopped in the shower…

Saturday, we went to Ultra for day 2. Mr. Miami bought me coffee (thank goodness!) and then the 6 of us were off.  Again it ended up just being Mr. Miami, Benny and I.  Except today, there was less dancing by myself and more with Mr. Miami… poor Benny! Hahaha  More kissing, and then Mr. Miami and I went and met a couple of his friends at an after party.  His friends left at 2am and Mr. Miami and I stayed. We sat down on a couch around 3 and ended up having an amazing 15 minutes make out session… which in retrospect may have been slightly trashy and gross to others, but whatever we are both good looking, gaze on strange rave people.  So after the make out session, we sit on the couch wrapped around each other, then leave.  We happen to somehow run into my cousin outside the club.  She is trying to find another club, so Mr. Miami offers to help her and we walk her there.  As we are walking back, Mr. Miami grabbed my hand and we held hands the rest of the walk.  We got home and found that we had the bedroom to ourselves, so again, did not get much sleep.

Sunday we woke up and went to Ultra for the last day.  This day, it ended up just being Mr. Miami and I all day.   Everywhere we walked we held hands, we shared our meals, and he paid for all the water (gentlemanly since neither of us drink alcohol). He even asked someone to take a picture of the two of us as we were sitting with his arms around me.  He was sitting behind me for a while, his arms around my waist and his head resting on my back, all the while kissing my back.  Again, just Mr. Miami and I went to an after party.  We danced, listened to awesome music, kissed, and had a blast. On the way to the concert and on the way home, we held hands.  We got home at 4 but didn’t go to bed until almost 7.

We got up the next morning, and took a regular shower together, just chatting and laughing and kissing.  We walked and got breakfast.  We were standing waiting for our friends chatting and he leaned over and pecked me on the lips.  We then packed up the condo and left Miami.  Mr. Miami dropped me off at the airport.  I thanked him for everything, and he told me he had a great week with me. We agreed to hang out when he comes in Minnesota this summer. We kissed one final time and I got on my plane back home.

It was a dream vacation bloggers.  Had an amazing time with my girls, got to see my family, hang out with my cousin, got a tan, heard some amazing music, and most of all, got to see Mr. Miami 9/10 days and loved every second of it.  He was super nice to my friends and cousin, and met way too much of my family. We have the same sense of humor, I know he genuinely cares for me, he is ambitious.  He treated me like I a woman and person and not an object.  He surpassed every expectation, in and out of the bedroom.

We have talked every day since I got home, and I just found out it is a possibility we may be living in the same city next year!!

Sorry this got so long, talk to you soon!

Tiger Lily.

P.S. still haven’t heard from the Friend…