An Introduction

The world of blogging is a competitive one. There are millions of blogs out there that act as little more than a therapeutic diary to the author, with little substance, much less entertainment value. The truly successful ones are the blogs that keep a captivating story, with either riveting suspense, or a not-quite-out-of-reach goal. Think of famous examples, such as Sex and the City, or Julie and Julia. Well, I'm here to offer you something that the majority of them can't give you: relatable hilarity.

I mean, lets face it. We all have those moments when the condom slips, or when you totally OWN that bitch... But nobody can tell a story quite like me, and I promise you, you won't find another blog quite like mine.

Here's a little about me:

My name is R (for the purposes of this blog) and I am an eighteen year old woman. I'm finishing my senior year of high school, I'll be going into some sort of engineering field... (cut me some slack, I haven't decided yet!) and I am currently dating a thirty-one year old man who brews beer and goes to school for a living. (Yeah, I told you you'd never seen anything like me.) I'm five foot two, a curly redhead by choice, with light blue eyes. I am increasingly poor, as the world moves on toward poverty, but if I had the money and time, I'd design and create all of my own clothes. (No seriously, I love clothes. I watch movies, just to look at the clothing... That and the shoes... God, I love shoes...)

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Ah, see, I caught you there. You thought I'd tell you more about me, didn't you?

Well, you're out of luck. Besides, how interesting would this be, if you knew everything about me from the start? That's not how this flirting game is supposed to work. Buy me a drink, and maybe I'll open up a little more. ;)

But to tell you the truth, this blog really isn't about me. Well, it is, but it really isn't. In truth, anybody could tell you these stories. I just happen to be the lucky one that these things keep happening to, and I've got the keyboard and the time to keep you all up to date on them.

My relationship, for example... I'll certainly be writing quite a bit about that. For example: how the hell is an eighteen year old girl supposed to keep her interest in one man?

But that's all for next time, dearies...

I promise you'll love me, at least until you hate me...

R