How I do.
When I meet people for the first time, who read freeplaylife but have never met me, there’s a brief period of time where I’m discovering who they are while they are trying to figure out if I’m really like who they thought I would be. Being a not-quite-reformed people pleaser, I’m always anxious to live up to their expectations, unless their expectations are something boring and lame like I never swear, drink booze, or fly off the handle.
In an effort of full disclosure, and to keep the online blogging me current with the real me, here’s a few recent texts to explain just exactly how I do.
How I am brought to tears:
How to get me to stop texting you:
From a dude I’d met briefly but never even been out on a real date with. I repeat, we had Del Taco but never really been out. And as much as I like Del Taco, it does not make me desperate or horny enough for this. All this started when he asked what I was doing and I sent a picture of me, in shorts, wading in a river.
How I tell time:
How a police officer flirts with me:
How I flirt with a rock climber:
How I know that even though I was born in California and lived here for 12 years before moving to NJ, I’m really not a California girl at all:
How I will support you when you text me about how things are going with your 3 year old daughter:
a little later that night…
I can’t give my phone number out to the entire internet, but if you would like parenting support/flirting advice (look how good I am at it!) you can always give me a shout out on twitter (freeplaylife) and I’ll answer in 140 characters or less! Then you too will have the answer to “what would Tiffani do?”Share Tweet