Hooking Up Isn't Fishing?

Bikinis Barely Cover Booties.

Yeah, well I guess you could say I caught myself a big bASS. But, this guy had it harder than we both could anticipate for. He will forever live in the memories of his family and I. Rest in peace Josh (12-13-14. )

On a happier note. Summer. Bikinis, booties, tan skin, and jumping off bridges. Summer is by far my favorite season. I love wearing the least amount of clothing and feeling that sun kiss my skin. (that sounded really sexual, but take it as you may.) Summer is a time to be a carefree spirit. its also the time of the year I strip down to basically nothing and celebrate being born with a water party. Whether that be pool or paint fight or what, its great. Its also the time of the year I jump off the Jones creek bridge. Its the one time I get to be Young, Wild, and Free. (more than the occasional make out session and sneaking out of my house.)

Its also the time of the year that every girl dreams about having a boyfriend. Next to Christmas and Valentines, summer is the time of the year to be "hitched" or to have someone to do the naughties with. Or just to go hiking with and take cute beach pictures together. Plus if you get too warm, he doesn't care if you happen to strip down to your bandeau. It by far is me favorite mainly because of the beach.. I LOVE the beach. I am a photographer so the beach is also jut a nice picture opportunity. But, its even better with a little drama included.

So, you know when you go to an ex's birthday party and you know that his new "girl friend" is going to be there, so you have to make her feel terrible about herself because you know you have a smoking hot body?(yeah me neither, I bet its nice though) Well I tried my best. I like to make my ex's feel very uncomfortable in situations that they could easily have avoided. It gives me some terrible feeling of fulfillment. (yes I know, I am a terrible person. I get it.) You cant seriously say that you have never gotten the slightest bit of joy from making someone feel slightly miserable for a day or even just 20 mins. (that's right, you do it too. be honest with yourself.)

Anyway we wen to the beach and I was like, well that's an excuse for me to get a new bikini. So I went and got a VS bikini, or tried to get one. Lets just say my dog has expensive taste. But I went back and bought the H&M standard ruffle bikini and wore that.(which was actually pretty cute too.) An she wore the same one, in white. Its like she wanted this to be a competition. Well, honey I was ready to fight. I was going to be the only other girl there surrounded by the guys and I was going to be the total package. HOT, humorous, athletic, and cool. I was going to be the most awkward person ever, ( I didn't know how to be this cool person, I sing Mulan in the mirror to myself. how could I be the hot cool one?)

Well being the only girl next to your friends girlfriend has some perks. Its basically means you have no fear in flirting with everyone there. And I kinda did. It wasn't that bad, but I got to be my fearless self and I guess (I don't really understand this either) it attracts some people.  It really astounds me. But, it was cool to go to the beach. So we are there and it comes to about sunset, so the photographer inside me is going crazy, it wants to walk down the beach, and I was asked so I went. The kid my friends called John asked me to walk down the beach with him. (*insert little girl scream here* he was cute. and cool) but we walked down the beach, and to my surprise (I really was surprised) he told me about how he had just broken up with his girlfriend not too long ago and wasn't sure if he was ready for a relationship, but said "I'm willing to try, if its with you" (okay it was kinda cheesy but It definitely worked)

We were just friends for a long time and so we knew a lot about each other but, it was nice to get to know someone who actually like me instead of my body. (which also confuses me cause I'm not that good looking, I'm a pretty average person. Looking very average in every way possible.) But, I guess he liked that. And I was okay with that. We hung out a couple of times and we talked a lot, but never were a real relationship.  And I was greatful for that.