Over the end of last summer, I decided to break out of my comfort zone and enter the world of online dating. After combing through what seemed like countless profiles of NOs and surviving a date with a guy that looked like Zac Efron that I will now only refer to as “Hell Night”, I took my exit upon the new adventure and somehow managed to still keep two potentials: my new friend and wine guy.
Although things with my new friend had stepped up via Facebook messages no move or other point of contact was made.
Meanwhile wine guy swooped in for the interest and insisted on seeing me again for a second date.Continue Reading
“Bye Felicia”: When someone says something that you really could give two shits about—their name then becomes “felicia”, a random bitch that nobody is sad to see go. They’re real name becomes irrelevant and instead, they now are “Felicia”.
Everyone has their signature catchphrase that they have or they’re known for. I think I have a few of them but the one I am most known for lately with people that know me is calling out Felicia.
Now everyone seems to do it–because it just works for shit you just don’t have time for. Personally I’ll always have time for Sweet Brown, but the Felicia’s of the world have got to go.