While talking to Marco about my latest exploits in Ferelden, it suddenly occurred to me that I have dated practically the entire male cast of Dragon Age: Origins. Observe: Tweet
Catching up with ex-boyfriends always makes me feel like stabbing a person. Usually myself, for not knowing any better, and sometimes the unsuspecting ex-boyfriend, for finally admitting that he was an asshole/committed a very assholey thing. You’d think that this admission of guilt would absolve him of all his sins and make us the best
Dinner at Mr. Kabab, January 3, 2009 Whether it’s promise rings (a promise to get engaged) or monthsaries (a celebration of one month of being together), every couple does a Lame Couple Thing that other people probably roll their eyes at. Our Lame Couple Thing is the Meetsary – a celebration of the day we
To be perfectly honest, my boyfriend Marco isn’t my “type.” I like my guys dangerous-looking with nuts on the side; Marco with his shaved head looks like a basketball jock cum serial dater. The kind of guy who wouldn’t notice me in a crowded room, who’d eventually date me once he knows I like having
When I was a kid, I used to have these recurring dreams where I’d go surfing under cloudless blue skies. I have never gone surfing as a child, nor was I particularly keen about learning how to, but in my dreams I’d feel as though I were one with the waves carrying me gently to
Dating. Courtship. I never understood what those words meant because I’ve never seen a need for these rituals in my life. To date someone involves a certain kind of caution and certainty-seeking that I don’t have the patience for; I believe that the only way you can ever be sure of how the other sees
When Ale finally left for Italy, I thought the hardest part would be falling asleep at night. I was wrong. It’s waking up in the morning that gets so unbearably lonely. I’ve never been a morning person. I love sleeping in, and anyone in my family or anyone I’ve traveled with can attest to the
“Tell me a story.” “A story? What kind of story?” “Bedtime story. About yourself.” “About myself?” “Mhmm.” “Hmm. Okay. I’ll tell you a story, and you tell me what part of my life this is about.” “Okie.” “Once upon a time, there was this boy who just got home from a land far far away.
Because I needed something to fill the gap of your absence, I typed your name on the Google search bar and waited for the search results to appear in five…four…three…two…one. Dangerous territory. I half-hoped half-feared that a Google search of your name would yield a blog your goldfish memory might have forgotten about. A blog
My name is Lauren Dado and this is my personal blog. I like nerdy things, scary things, and travel things. I'm not really always right. (
