Song of the Day: Concrete Waves, by Kendra Morris
We love Kendra Morris. She is a local New Yorker and a badass chick. Check out the video which is beautifully shot all over the city. We are entranced!
Xo
SFAR
We’ve all been there (well, most of us I would like to think have been there). You go out one night and meet someone out at a bar. One thing leads to another and the next thing you know you’re back at your apartment and a sleepover ensues. When the sun rises, the entire night becomes a distant memory and cold hard reality slaps you in the face. He’s standing over your bed telling you he has to go, holding his phone in his hand checking his messages, likely from his friends texting him “Bro, where did you go?” or “so and so totally ruined my whole fantasy lineup.”
This, ladies, is what can be called a fork in the road. At this point, he can either a) ask for your number, ask you to spell your name if he doesn’t know how to spell it or literally does not remember your name or b) just leave you alone in your bed and never talk to you again.
So we wanted to get your opinion… which is worse? A guy taking your number, but then never calling, or just not taking your number at all, skipping over the nicety of taking it and pretending you’ll actually talk again when he has no interest in seeing you ever again?
Once upon a holiday break, I went to a party hosted by friends of mine I’d gone to high school with. Going into an event like that, you know you are going to come across a variety of people- some you want to bump into, some maybe not so much- but I went anyway. It’s the holidays! I brought my best friend from college and was enjoying the night gabbing with girl friends at a table in the host’s kitchen. We were laughing and having a great time, when I spotted my ex-boyfriend across the room. We’d dated for three years, and had broken up 6 months earlier. What I noticed about my ex, was not just his presence, but what he was wearing. His jacket. It seemed very familiar, and triggered a memory. I excused myself and walked over to him. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hi.
Him: Heyyy, what’s up.
Me: Not much. Are you wearing my jacket?
Him: What? Shhh… (looks side to side smiling, like his doesn’t want others to know)
Me: I said, are you wearing my jacket??
Him: Shhhh, lady, don’t get mad. Yeah, I guess it’s yours.
Me: I can’t believe you kept my jacket and are wearing it – you’ve obviously been wearing it a lot!
Him: Do you want it back?
Me: Well, yeah I would have. But not now, yuck. I can’t get over you. It’s MY jacket!
He kept trying to shush me and give me a goofy smile so no one could hear, which blew my mind considering he was the one wearing my women’s jacket to the party. To be clear, he did not need the jacket. He had an identical jacket, in a men’s size. He just preferred my women’s small. He was a punk of sorts, so I knew he liked wearing more “fitted” clothing. But this took it to a totally different level. The nerve!
SFAR
[Image source: salertoday.com]
Song of the Day: Make Me Proud, by Drake featuring Nicki Minaj
Remember when Drake brought his mom to Grammys and it was the sweetest thing ever? We do.
Xo
SFAR
This poignant online greeting courtesy of Someecards really speaks to us.
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