To see and experience as much and to capture them in words

As I was reading “Wild” a vivid memory of a friend flashed back to me. He was a friend I met on the road and travelled with. Then, just like any other thought it flowed to another insight… as much as I’ve been wishing to have a boyfriend, I definitely love my singlehood and the experiences and freedom that come with it. Before I got into my very first relationship, it took me a lot of years of meeting, dating, and getting to know quite a few number of guys. Disgracefully, I met most of them at a club, where I was my alter ego – find a cutie, judge him by the way he dresses, by the people he is with, by the his presence, talk to him, and if he seems to fit my subconscious criteria, flirt, I’d like to think I did it with class, but some nights, remembering them now didn’t seem too classy to my 27-year old self. YUCK. But the point was, I was fearless in the club, I learned to deduct the possibility of rejection. Fast forward to a few days after, when a guy would text me or ask ...