“Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.” - Sarah Kay
I would like to talk about dating but in a lesson kind of way. Some people say that they won't date another person again with the same name, date certain people with a certain name, or date someone with a family member's name. There's all kinds of criteria people have for what they want in a mate and it could be anything from superficial things to intrinsic qualities.
Once upon a time, I dated three women named Taylor. There was Taylor the Redhead, who was my love at first sight, Taylor the Blonde and Taylor the Last. If you've read my blog Taylor the Redhead was as I said was my love at first sight. I loved her and my Mom loved her. When Mom loves her and you love her, that's the woman you have to marry.
Taylor the Blonde came next. I remember meeting her through friends and I asked her out for a date. She was very beautiful and very chill. I remember picking her up at home and doing the gentleman things, knock on the door, open the car door, and then the not so gentlemen thing too. I had road rage at the time and it was bad. Yeah, it was not pretty but the date to Dish it Out, which is a place I strongly recommend for a first date. The date was awesome and we had a good time painting but the potty mouth road rage just was a turn off for her. I totally get it and I quickly set to try and change it. I did get a chance to apologize when I found out that I wasn't getting a second date. I happened to be in tune with myself then, being an empath. The moral of the story is I was a jackass and that's not who I wanted to be. I think I have seen posts on Facebook memories about how I felt bad that I wrecked a date with a really awesome chick.
The last Taylor I dated was this chick from Ohio and she was as cool as they come. She was super relaxed and that's the kind of chick I needed. I met her at the Whisky River here in Charlotte. I really can't recall who initiated. I remember seeing this really cute chick with a glow and kinky hair. I believe I walked her to her car after the club closed because the club closes at 2 am. We had this off and on chemistry that was really weird to pinpoint somedays. We had good conversations and we liked each other a lot but what it came down to is we both liked our significant others to not look like ourselves. We both wanted to date white people. We went on a date that I find funny and have pictures of still. I find it very funny because I have been on a couple of dates to Reedy Creek Park and I find that it's a really magical spot.
All these years of dating, I have used dating apps and have been meeting women the natural way of just out and about but I always have an aversion to dating another woman who shares the name of girls I have been on a date with or a girlfriend from the past. These three Taylors were very different and were at different timelines of my life that were relatively close. My friend Christina said that maybe I should give dating girls a chance with the same names because as seen here they aren't the same people. I feel that certain women that still share the same name have similar characteristics. I feel like I should stick to my philosophy after getting over 'the case of the Taylors'. Maybe one day the one might have a similar name from a romantic instance in the past and I'll have to just answer the call of my heart.
I would like to talk about dating but in a lesson kind of way. Some people say that they won't date another person again with the same name, date certain people with a certain name, or date someone with a family member's name. There's all kinds of criteria people have for what they want in a mate and it could be anything from superficial things to intrinsic qualities.
Once upon a time, I dated three women named Taylor. There was Taylor the Redhead, who was my love at first sight, Taylor the Blonde and Taylor the Last. If you've read my blog Taylor the Redhead was as I said was my love at first sight. I loved her and my Mom loved her. When Mom loves her and you love her, that's the woman you have to marry.
Taylor the Blonde came next. I remember meeting her through friends and I asked her out for a date. She was very beautiful and very chill. I remember picking her up at home and doing the gentleman things, knock on the door, open the car door, and then the not so gentlemen thing too. I had road rage at the time and it was bad. Yeah, it was not pretty but the date to Dish it Out, which is a place I strongly recommend for a first date. The date was awesome and we had a good time painting but the potty mouth road rage just was a turn off for her. I totally get it and I quickly set to try and change it. I did get a chance to apologize when I found out that I wasn't getting a second date. I happened to be in tune with myself then, being an empath. The moral of the story is I was a jackass and that's not who I wanted to be. I think I have seen posts on Facebook memories about how I felt bad that I wrecked a date with a really awesome chick.
The last Taylor I dated was this chick from Ohio and she was as cool as they come. She was super relaxed and that's the kind of chick I needed. I met her at the Whisky River here in Charlotte. I really can't recall who initiated. I remember seeing this really cute chick with a glow and kinky hair. I believe I walked her to her car after the club closed because the club closes at 2 am. We had this off and on chemistry that was really weird to pinpoint somedays. We had good conversations and we liked each other a lot but what it came down to is we both liked our significant others to not look like ourselves. We both wanted to date white people. We went on a date that I find funny and have pictures of still. I find it very funny because I have been on a couple of dates to Reedy Creek Park and I find that it's a really magical spot.
All these years of dating, I have used dating apps and have been meeting women the natural way of just out and about but I always have an aversion to dating another woman who shares the name of girls I have been on a date with or a girlfriend from the past. These three Taylors were very different and were at different timelines of my life that were relatively close. My friend Christina said that maybe I should give dating girls a chance with the same names because as seen here they aren't the same people. I feel that certain women that still share the same name have similar characteristics. I feel like I should stick to my philosophy after getting over 'the case of the Taylors'. Maybe one day the one might have a similar name from a romantic instance in the past and I'll have to just answer the call of my heart.