My Second OK Cupid Experience (2/2)

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Hello and happy Saturday. Let’s just continue with part two of my most recent fail story when it comes to online dating.

It was the day before I had to come back to Bogota. Daylight savings had happened the previous day and I still felt like an hour of my life had been stolen. I woke up, listened to my teacher bff’s voice note, replied, and then went back to sleep. I was woken up a second time by a text. I would’ve ignored it, except the yellow Snapchat icon meant that text could belong to only one person. Yes, MHD was texting me in the morning of my last day in Baltimore.

He wanted sex. He wanted it so badly, at first he told me he would go all the way to the apartment where I was staying just to sleep with me. I told him I’d meet him for breakfast, to what he replied he’d buy me breakfast if we had sex first. We talked from 8:30am to 11:30am, and as time progressed and our conversation didn’t, he told me he couldn’t drive all the way to where I was, but maybe I could go to where he was. You see, he works (worked, I have no idea) from 1pm to midnight, so there was no way he could go to Baltimore, have sex, and then go back to where he worked on time. We then decided that meeting that morning wasn’t going to happen, so maybe he could just come over to my apartment after work.

I know it was a booty call, okay? But that was going to be my only chance at seeing my man in person, and I was going to take it. That day I got to my apartment early-ish, took a nice shower, redid my makeup, put on fancy lingerie, and sat down in bed to watch Teachers until MHD got out of work. When he did, he texted “just got out of work,” and then, nothing. I replied letting him know where I was staying, but he didn’t even see the text. I thought he might be driving or something, but then an hour went by and I had no information of him. I knew he wasn’t driving to where I was because he didn’t know where I was, so I just figured he went back to his place. After an hour I texted him I’d just go to sleep.

I had to be at the airport at noon, so I had a few hours in the morning, and I thought, if he woke up earlier like he’d done the day before, then maybe we could meet. Dumb as I am, I even thought he could take me to the airport. Well, I texted him super early and started getting ready. He did reply, you know when? As I was walking to the gate where I had to wait for the plane that would take me back to Colombia.

Then, a weird thing happened. We started talking a lot again, mostly about sex, I’m not going to lie. When I told him I was at the airport and he sent me a sad face emoji, I asked him “next time?” to which he replied “yeah. Next time.” I was still hopeful, after the 8263 opportunities I’d given him and us, I still thought, “well, we’re still talking, aren’t we? March wasn’t our time to meet, but May for sure will be.”

It all went to hell the last two weeks of March. You see, in Snapchat we had the golden heart emoji, which means we were each other’s best friends. One morning I texted him, and he opened the message but didn’t reply. That’s not the worst part, though. The worst part was that our golden heart, which we’d kept for almost a full week, had been replaced with the smiley face emoji. That’s the emoji that tells you “yeah, he might be the only one you’re texting, but you sure aren’t his only one, honey.”

Telling you that I went into crazy overthinking mode is a total understatement. Here’s where all my jealousy and insecurities kicked in. I saw the open message, the other emoji and his Snapchat score, which was significantly higher, and I immediately thought “he’s talking to another girl.” I mean, I was this girl he’d been talking to for two months without meeting, and I’d recently told him we wouldn’t be able to meet for at least another three months. Meanwhile, there are these other girls he can see literally whenever he wants to because they live close to him, and they will satisfy the urge for sex that is apparently his top priority in life.

I was smarter this time than I’d been in February when he disappeared on me, and that’s because I took advice from Mark Rosenfeld as opposed to my friends. I’m going to write a whole post about dating advice, so be sure to check it out, but basically what I did was give him time. I gave him two full days in which I didn’t text him. I was giving him time to text me, but that didn’t happen, so on day three I sent him a cute selfie with a “happy Saturday.” And he replied!

The thing is, I was still feeling like he was talking to another girl, or maybe even other girls, and he was keeping me in the back burner, you know, just in case. We talked a bit more that day, and then he disappeared again, and again I gave him two days. I texted him (yes, I know, I was desperate, and I think deep down I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t wasted almost three months talking to this guy and then nothing), he replied, and you know the rest.

I gave him his two golden days, and I thought, “okay, we’ve been through this before where he just disappears and I keep texting him, and then he reappears, I’ll have to do that.” Was that a good choice? Of course not. By then I should’ve just moved on, but I kept thinking about him and the fact that we indeed had a future together. I didn’t move on, and I know now that if I had, this story would’ve had a different ending.

For about four days, I sent him a good morning text or a selfie (some more provocative than others, but still keeping my clothes on). Then, I don’t know why but on day five I just couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t even looked at my text via Snapchat, so I went to OK Cupid. Now, when he disappeared on me in February, I also sent him messages on this app, and he read them but didn’t reply to them. I had to reenable my account because I’d disabled it when we started talking again and we had the Snapchat golden heart, and to my surprise I found MHD was online.

I’m not proud of this, and it’s going to take me a while to tell anybody (other than you) about this, but I just started bombarding him with messages. I was like Danielle on 90-Day Fiancé. Because MHD was online, he read my messages immediately but wouldn’t reply to them. So I kept insisting. This is going to sound completely insane, but it was kind of fun, to just text him all of this and to know he was reading it. Then I went to refresh the website to discover he’d blocked me.

Our two months of talking ended up with him blocking me. I think he also deleted me on Snapchat. I blocked him on Instagram so that he’d stop following me (although I did unblock him later), and to this day we haven’t had any contact. Now, despite all the red flags he raised, I obviously have to take the blame on the way things ended. Yes, he wasn’t going to confront me and tell me he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, but I just acted plain crazy.

The reason why I ultimately didn’t block MHD on Instagram will probably become obvious to you in a future post, but I did take steps to avoid having the temptation to talk to him. I deleted the Snapchat app from my phone because I was only using it to text him. I also made a few changes to my OK Cupid profile and started talking to some guys, but then decided to delete that account altogether. I will open a new one, but I’m giving myself a full month to process what has happened, to think of ways in which I can be smarter when it comes dating, even if it’s just online for now, and to basically change my whole mindset.

I think MHD and I weren’t compatible because we were looking for different things. He is at a stage in his life when all he wants is sex, and I was looking for a boyfriend, maybe something else. And I think we both tried to see what we wanted in the other person because there was a point when we did like each other. I do hope MHD is getting what he wants. Talking to him made me explore my sexuality way more, and that’s something I’m grateful for. In trying to be sexy for him, I discovered I liked being sexy for myself too, and now I enjoy buying and wearing lingerie.

Moving on with my life and focusing on myself gets easier as days go by. Even though I still considered myself to be single while talking to MHD, I missed feeling single. I missed not worrying whether someone is texting me or not, like receiving a message would be a sign of validation. I missed not feeling like I needed that validation. And so, in giving myself that time, I want to go into dating still feeling the way I do now about myself and my life, and I need to be smart about it. I would give things with MHD another chance, but the terms and conditions definitely have to change, on both our parts, and it wouldn’t be a matter of him taking me back, but rather us starting over.

Have you had a bad breakup or a situation like mine, in which you felt like you needed that abrupt end to stop and reevaluate aspects of your life? Let me know in the comments below!

Happy Saturday!

Love, Miss Camila

Skating Lessons

THROWBACK THURSDAY (1).pngHello and happy Thursday. I think we all have that one person in our lives who manages to ruin all potential crushes for us because in our minds nobody is going to reach the bar they’ve set. If you’re like me, then probably it’s not just one person, but ultimately, though, the bar is removed and almost magically I regain my ability to have crushes on people. The first guy I thought had ruined all the men for me is called David. He is four years older than me and was a teacher at my school. I probably don’t need to clarify that I was indeed a student. I also probably do need to clarify that no, nothing happened, despite my efforts.

I was seventeen when David became a constant in my life. My junior year was almost over and at that point I can honestly say I knew nothing about life. I was basically this walking hormone, getting crushes on every guy who was nice to me, but not acting upon them. I was a mess, but I was a happy mess.

David started out as an assistant for the volleyball coach. He wasn’t at school all day long and he didn’t teach any classes. I know that because I was sort of a master stalker and I’d managed to figure out his schedules by observing and asking around. I was glad he didn’t spend much time at school because I was genuinely concerned with the possibility of him watching me in a P.E class.

See, I’ve told you this before, I’ve always been overweight, and on top of that, I was neither athletic nor graceful at school. Quite the opposite, really, which is why I despised having to learn to roller-skate that semester. Every time I had to go to P.E and put on those skates, I felt like dying. Every single class I fought with my teacher, who’d “encourage” me with a quote by Michael Jordan or some other athlete who had nothing to do with rollerskating.

I prayed for that class to get cancelled, even if it meant having two hours of Calculus or Chemistry. I secretly wished for my teacher to get ill so that we had the free hour and I could just sit down and not skate. And sometimes I even hoped that I could just put on the skates and, well, skate. I am anxious by nature, and this was proving to be too much for me.

My teacher moved me to a side of the gym, away from the other girls who could skate. I wasn’t alone, so along with a classmate I got personalized instruction. Whenever the teacher wasn’t looking, though, whenever he went to check on the rest of the class, I’d stop. You see, I’d figured out that if I stood completely still, I could maintain my balance.

And then it happened. No, I didn’t magically learn to skate, and no, I didn’t break something and was let off the hook. Pretty much the opposite, actually. At the end of each class our teacher liked to give us pep talks, only this time he said he had an announcement. I thought the gods of skating had heard me and wanted me to rest for just a day, but no, that’s not what they wanted. Apparently they were bored at watching me get humiliated in front of the same people over and over and wanted to add some fun to the mix.

Well, that fun came in the form of David, with his round perky butt, his soccer player legs and his toothpaste commercial smile. He would replace my teacher the following class. See, David was actually a professional skater or something of the sort. I didn’t know it was possible to be equally excited and feeling like you want to die. I always thought those two feelings were mutually exclusive, but no, they could coexist inside me, and totally manage to mess me up.

I didn’t skip school or accidentally on purpose left my skates at home. I didn’t feign an injury or made something up that would prevent me from skating. Like I said, I was dreading the humiliation, but I was also glad that I would be around David for the entirety of the class.

A few years after I graduated, I went back to my school and was talking to David. We saw this little girl doing a cartwheel and I said, “wow, that’s one thing I never learned to do. That and skating.” He laughed the most wonderful laugh, and at that moment I knew he remembered the fiasco that had been that class. I also knew that I wasn’t that girl anymore, that I could talk about that embarrassing episode with a flirty voice and make it seem like it’d all happened to somebody else.

Unlike our regular teacher, David wore skates to class. He would actually skate as opposed to stand around and deliver instructions I was doubtful he could fulfill himself. David did the initial pep talk and then the group dissolved and everyone started moving gracefully across the gym. I obviously didn’t move, I couldn’t, and it took David a while to notice me.

If you take this paragraph out and read it by itself, it’s going to sound like cheap and dirty mommy porn, I’m warning you. He approached me and told me to open my legs a bit and bend my knees, but I was frozen in place and couldn’t do what he told me even as every one of my brain cells was working to do so.

I wasn’t really scared of falling down, I’ve thought about that a lot, and that’s not what was going on. I was terrified of feeling pain. I still am. Sometimes I’m walking in the street and wonder what could happen if I fell, and I picture a twisted ankle, that will probably indicate a sprain or a fracture. That’s what scares me: the injuries, the actual pain. And that’s what tormented me every time I wore those skates.

People like David, or like my two best friends who’ve always been super athletic don’t mind falling down. They’ve fallen down (literally and metaphorically) many times, and they just get up and keep on going. But at the tender age of seventeen, I wasn’t used to the fall, I wasn’t used to setting myself up for situations that could result in failure. I didn’t take risks, like ever.

He left me there for a few minutes that seemed like whole ages to me, and came back with a hula hoop, which he placed on the floor. He told me to put one foot inside the hoop, and to just start going forward. And I don’t know how I managed to actually lift my feet and place it where he’d told me to, but I did, even if I had no clue what the purpose of the exercise was. I was happy that I was actually pretty stable, until I wasn’t and I felt myself wobble.

David, who behind me, noticed and grabbed my arm. I know he did this instinctively, but just as instinctively my body reacted. Let’s just say my arm wasn’t the only part of my body tingling. Miraculously, my knees didn’t go weak from his touch and there was a part of me that actually felt like I could indeed learn to skate.

The fifty minutes in paradise/hell were over and everybody started getting ready to have lunch. I took my time, still high on David and the possibility that yes, maybe I could learn to skate one day. I genuinely thought that I had made progress with rollerskating, but more importantly, that somehow I’d made progress with David because in my mind that class had meant something to him just like it’d meant something to me. And yes, looking back at the conversation we had years later, I know he did remember that day, but maybe not for the reasons I thought he would.

That was the first time I was near David, and it was the first time I heard his voice and he heard mine. Before that, I’d enjoyed looking at him, and the perfect butt-legs-smile combination that made him super desirable. But now, he’d done the thing that made me fall for boys: he’d been nice. He’d stopped me from falling down, he’d given me hope that I could learn to skate. And he’d moved on to another category in my book. Now he was official crush material, and just like he had no clue who I was, he had no clue what being my crush meant. But he’d find out.

Have you embarrassed yourself in front of a crush? Let me know in the comments below!

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila

Oh So Cute

 

Hello and happy Wednesday. I don’t know about you, but I feel like sometimes when I’m in some sort of mood, books just *find* me. I’ve been oddly happy lately, and The Happy Ever Afterlife of Rosie Potter (RIP) by Kate Winter was a perfect companion for that odd state of happiness. You probably have never heard of this book, have you? Well, that’s exactly why I’m talking about it today, to share the love and maybe get you interested in reading it. Let’s get started, shall we?

I think the reason why I got so into this book so fast was the writing style. It was super fresh, with lots of humor. Besides that, it was an easy read. You know what I mean by that: I didn’t have to reread everything to understand what the author meant or anything, I just read and enjoyed.

Rosie, the main character, was so relatable and so likeable, at least in my opinion. I love the fact that she was so open at how messy her life was at times and how real her thoughts and feelings were. That, to me, is refreshing; to read a book and go “oh, this character is just like me, I so would’ve done that” because I feel that more often than not we read about these perfect characters with perfect lives, who always make the right choices, and isn’t that super boring?

I think you’ve already guessed by the title that Rosie is in fact dead, but the story alternates between the present day, and Rosie’s past, when she was alive. You know I live and die for flashbacks, and I think the ones in this novel were perfectly placed. I also loved that every detail was described, which helped me picture just about everything the author wrote about. This is the kind of book I’d really enjoy being turned into a movie.

We all know that there’s something I haven’t mentioned that will make this book one of my favorites. Did someone say “romance”? Yes, that’s exactly what this novel gives us, but it’s slow-cooked and oh so good. And, of course, we are left waiting til the last pages, where we’re greeted with basically the cutest ending ever, and a read that you’ll love like it’d happened to you.

In the comments below, tell me about nice summer reads that make you happy.

Happy reading!
Love, Miss Camila

 

 

Pink + Brown Weekend Makeup

Hello and happy Monday. I’m a true believer in makeup as a means of self-expression, and so when I’m feeling happy, I like my makeup to show it. Even though in today’s picture I’m wearing a sweater, you might as well picture me in a sundress, going to a picnic in a park and smelling the flowers. These are the steps I followed to achieve the look:

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Primer
  2. Concealer
  3. Foundation
  4. Eyebrows
  5. Powder
  6. Champagne (eyelid base)
  7. Pink (eyelid)
  8. Matte brown (outer corner)
  9. Brown eyeliner (tightline)
  10. Matte brown (top lash line)
  11. Mascara
  12. Bronzer
  13. Blush
  14. Tinted lip balm

In the comments below tell me whether you prefer sparkly, shimmery looks, or rather matte finishes.

Happy Monday!

Love, Miss Camila

Face Makeup Haul

Hello and happy Sunday. I think besides the unboxings I’ve been doing, I haven’t really shown you any new makeup I’ve gotten because up until a couple of years ago I hadn’t bought any. I decided that it’d be better if I stopped buying makeup until I moved, and I was sticking to that decision until I realized I was running out of a few essentials. I got them, and I’ve had a chance to try them now for a while, so today I’m sharing my thoughts with you. Let’s get started, shall we?

NYX Honey Dew Me Up Primer 

I’ve been loving this and I recommend it 100% whether you’re going for a natural look or you want full glam. I apply this with a foundation brush, and it’s absolutely amazing how it sort of absorbs into the skin, leaving it visibly ready for makeup, like you can actually see the texture getting even. I think this is my new go-to primer now.

Physicians Formula Organic Wear 100% Natural Origin CC Cream 

I was in need of a foundation for everyday because I was getting kinda tired of the stick one I have. I’m pretty sure my purchase of this particular CC Cream was influenced by Tati, as well as the next three products in this haul. I really like the texture of this, and I think it does a wonderful job at leaving the skin looking “naturally” healthy. It kinda smells like oats, but in a good way, like it feels nice to know that I’m putting only good things on my face. I apply it with a beauty sponge, and I like the finish. Two things I’d keep in mind, though, are: 1) apply a small amount, and 2) this oxidizes, so it will turn slightly darker.

wet n wild Photo Focus Foundation

Of course, I wasn’t just going to buy the one CC Cream, so I got this foundation and I am seriously amazed at how well it performs given its low cost. If you’re looking to get a nice, matte finish, then you have to try this. The only problem I have with it is the fact that I made the mistake of getting a shade that is too light for my skin tone, given that I recently got a tan, but other than that I’m loving it.

Coty Airspun Loose Face Powder 

This is the first loose powder I’ve owned, and so far I really prefer this for baking than my pressed powders. There are days when I still spill some powder on my pants, or make a mess wherever I’m applying my makeup, but I’m getting the hang of it. I use a brush and not the puffy thing the powder comes with because I like to focus on applying it to smaller areas of my face. I’ll be honest, though, I had to get used to the scent because still to this day when I apply it, I feel like my great aunt. If smelling like an old lady is not a problem for you, then you will absolutely adore this powder.

That’s pretty much all the makeup I’ve bought this year. Crazy, huh? In the comments below, tell me which of these products you’d like to try and why.

Happy Sunday!

Love, Miss Camila

 

My Second OK Cupid Experience (1/2)

Announcement.pngHello and happy Saturday. If you read the original post on my  OK Cupid Experience , then you probably know by now that what’s coming is another fail story. I’m going to be more detailed with you on this one, which is why this story will be divided into two. It’s certainly not fun for me to go through this again, but I feel that I’ve learned stuff that’s worth sharing with all of you. Let’s get started, shall we?

Let’s go back to the beginning of 2018. Literally, it was the first week of the year and I was home after spending New Years with my dad and his family in a house away from Bogota. I’d been on OK Cupid looking for guys to talk to before my trip to Baltimore in June, but so far I’d been unsuccessful. That first day back home, while I was getting ready or putting away the clothes I’d taken to the trip, or whatever else you do on your last week of vacation, I was also checking out guys using the “Double Take” feature, which is basically just like Tinder.

I had the paid version of the app, which means I could see the guys that had liked me without having to like them back. As I was swiping, I came across this guy’s profile. I liked him immediately, both in the app and in real life. He just had the kindest looking eyes, and a mouth that is to die for, and what was even better, he’d also swiped right on my profile and messaged me a few moments after we matched.

We had one of those conversations many people dream of, you know? For a week there, we just talked about everything, from the things we were doing at the moment to stuff about ourselves, and of course my plans of moving to Baltimore. After that first week, I told him to follow me on Instagram, and that we could chat there. I thought IG was a good alternative to OK Cupid without having to give him my number just yet.

We tried talking via IG for about three days, but it was a big fail. He texted me first, and I didn’t see his message until a day later, and then it took him another full day to reply, so I told him to go back to OK Cupid because it was working better for us. A week or so went by, using OK Cupid again. He was following me on Instagram, and I’d requested to follow him, but he hadn’t accepted my request, so I told him to let me follow him, and he did immediately, saying he’d thought he’d already done that.

His IG profile would’ve raised a few red flags to virtually any other thinking person, but of course I decided to ignore them. Why am I saying that? Well, for one, I noticed that his OK Cupid pictures were taken from his profile, but that they were taken two years ago. The second red flag was the amount of pictures he had with his ex. The issue with the pictures of his ex was kinda awkward to notice, but when I told him about it, he said that if he found a person with whom he felt a real connection, he’d delete them. That clearly made me want to become that person.

I also addressed the issue with his pictures not being recent by actually sending him a text that went something like “I want to see a recent picture of you, preferably shirtless.” He asked me whether I had Snapchat, I told him I did (which is true, I had an account, but I hadn’t used it in years because I’m 24, not 17, so I had to download the app), and that very day we started using that app.

Now, on that first day of using Snapchat, it was all great. He told me he’d send me a “shower selfie” and I replied “no dick pics,” which he respected, and I thought “wow, this guy asked me before sending a dick pic, and then didn’t when I said no, what a catch.” (I did ask for one the following day because I was super curious, and let me tell you, I wasn’t disappointed.)

We kept our regular texting dynamic, only now via Snapchat, which did include pictures, but very decent ones, I promise. We even had those conversations I love that last for hours, until I could barely keep my eyes open and had to tell him, “dude, I’m going to sleep, talk to you tomorrow.” In one of those conversations, he told he his birthday was in early February, which meant that if everything went right, we’d still be talking by then. I decided to get a special something for him, that we could both enjoy once we met in person. Yes, I got those two piercings between my boobs for him.

I sent him a picture of my piercings (with a very nice bra on), and a message that said “Happy birthday, MHD,” which is how we’ll refer to him from now on, okay? His response was “Lol. Very sexy. Thanks.” I wanted to take a plane, go to where he was, and slap him. Honestly, I’d thought about this super sexy and suggestive gift that we could both enjoy (if you know what I mean), and his reply was the stupidest thing ever. He couldn’t even articulate a sentence. Again, that would’ve been a red flag for anybody with self-respect, right? Well, not for me.

Around that week, things started to get weird. We’d already been talking for a month, and it was pretty clear to me that, at least his intentions were to wait for me to be in the States and see what happened between us once we met in person. He even told me on more than one occasion that he wasn’t having sex with other girls, and that if he were to, he’d tell me because he thought it was the honest thing to do. I told him I’d rather not know, and honestly, I’m not sure whether that was a smart decision or not; I mean, I was trying to play it cool, but I’m a very jealous person in reality, and you’ll see in part two of this story how the jealousy and insecurity played me over.

After MHD’s birthday, I noticed that he texted way less frequently and with the sole purpose of talking about sex whenever he did. I remember very clearly that on the Saturday following his birthday, I had to work, but still I texted him, and he went straight to sexting. By this point, he didn’t ask whether he could send me dick pics, he just did. I told him I was at work, and he kept on with with the sex stuff like I’d told him nothing. Then, I replied to him “I’m not your sex toy.” He read the message and didn’t care to reply.

When I tell you he didn’t care to reply, I mean two weeks went by, with me texting him good morning, and him just opening the message and not saying anything. You have to understand that I was really super into this guy, and I’d already dedicated a whole month to talking to him. I was also going to Baltimore a few weeks after that, and the plan was to meet him. So, I basically texted him every day. I’d only send him one message, and he would open it. I would also send him pictures (with my bra on, thanks for asking), until one day he replied.

Our conversations sort of went back to normal, in the sense that we would text back and forth somewhat consistently, but now the only thing he talked about was sex. Don’t worry, as I type, I can tell how bad it all was. Remember I’m telling you a fail story here, not an “I found the love of my life” one, if that even exists. Anyway, when I went to Baltimore, two months after his first text, we were still talking.

He was probably the first person I told I’d landed in Baltimore. Not even my parents or best friends because that’s how crazy I was (for him). His response was “Lol welcome,” and then nothing. When I say nothing, I mean I was only going to be in Baltimore for a week, and I would wake up every morning of my trip, knowing that I was one day closer to coming back home, and he hadn’t said a word to me.

That’s when I started thinking that I’d been catfished. This thought, of course, was encouraged by my best friend’s words of wisdom. And, I mean, it totally made sense, no? I’d been talking to this guy, who at first was awesome, and then with time he wasn’t that awesome, and finally when we were literally a half hour away from each other, he  disappeared. Add to my paranoia the fact that I watched an entire season of catfish while eating fries when the temperature was too low to go outside.

Halfway through my trip, when I’d moved on to watching 90-Day-Fiancé, I decided I needed to send him paragraph-long texts, and that Snapchat wasn’t going to do it for me, so I contacted him via Instagram. The messages, oddly enough, were pretty similar to what I’d sent him when he disappeared on me in Bogota. Stuff like, “don’t you want to meet me?,” “if you want nothing to do with me, then let me know,” and texts of the sort. I honestly felt defeated because I thought we’d both been waiting for that trip in March to come so that we could meet in person, and now it seemed to me like he didn’t care at all. I didn’t expect for him to pick me up at the airport and be with me every second of every day, but at least a dinner date on day two would’ve been nice. I was even counting on him spending some nights with me.

That’s how this half of the story ends. In the comments, let me know what you think is going to happen next, and whether you believe I was catfished.

Happy Saturday!

Love, Miss Camila

 

My “Bad Tattoo” Story

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Hello and happy Thursday. This is my third attempt at writing this post, but I just figured I have little to do today, and it’s been enough time already for me to talk about it.

No, I’m not telling you about a traumatic experience, but hopefully if you read this, you’ll learn something. This wasn’t my first tattoo and I don’t think it’s going to be the last one I get, also I wasn’t like eighteen and drunk. No, I was twenty-four and pretty sober.

I had in the past made fun of my sister who’d gotten a tattoo that was meant to spell her ex’s boyfriend in Hebrew. I had vowed to myself that I would never get a “bad” tattoo, aka a misspelled tattoo. Hell, my first tattoo was my own name in Hebrew and I’d checked with both my parents, who are able to read the language, just to make sure I got the right thing inked.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t in a great emotionally when I got this bad tattoo. It had been almost three weeks since I’d gotten home from my first trip to Baltimore and I was feeling a little purposeless without a job and all the major changes in my life suddenly becoming a reality. I was also bored, and decided that what I needed was getting new tattoos. Here’s a piece of advice I hope you keep for the rest of your existence: don’t make a decision you might regret just because you feel bored at the moment.

I got a tattoo on my wrist in a foreign language that makes absolutely no sense because I got one of the two words wrong. It’s not even that the word is misspelled, the spelling is correct, but the meaning is not. And the worst part is that I wasn’t the first to realize this, my mom was, the same night I got the tattoo.

Oddly enough, I haven’t been as mortified as I was by that. I honestly thought I wasn’t going to sleep, and given my obsessive tendencies I thought my life would be reduced to nothing because I had a bad tattoo. I was surprisingly resilient, though, and I’ve progressively been dreading less the fact that yes, I have a bad tattoo. I’m a very transparent person and for some reason there are things I just can’t hide or lie about, so when I’m asked how many tattoos I have, I say eleven, even though I want to get rid of one of them.

I could make a post showing you how I cover my tattoo. It’s pretty simple, but I think it can be useful. If you’d like to see it, let me know in the comments. Yes, I cover my tattoo every single day right after I get out of the shower. I know the bandage is noticeable and I know some people are curious about it, and I know if they asked I’d tell them the story. I’d probably laugh, too.

Right now I’m waiting to move to Baltimore and to become financially stable so that I can get it removed with laser. I’m hoping that by then the tattoo is “ready” because I’ve read you need to have had it for a minimum of three months. I’m not sure if I’m getting the entire tattoo removed or only the bad part, nor if I’d like to get the correct word inked afterwards; it’s not like I’m dealing with whiteout and a black pen here, but actual tattoos.

Don’t forget to tell me in the comments whether you’d like to see how I cover up my bad tattoo, and also let me know if you have a similar story because I’d love to know about it.

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila

Miss Camila’s TBR List

Laser Hair Removal.pngHello and happy Wednesday. I don’t know how long ago, I told you I was working on creating the Ultimate Reading Challenge and that I’d share it with you when it was ready. It was really fun to go through different book lists and challenges and combining them all in this very long list.

As I added titles to what was going to be the Ultimate Challenge, I realized I already owned many of the books, and so I decided that maybe it would be a better idea to just list those books first, to read all of them, and then to move on to other titles and didn’t even own. I already knew my TBR list was going to be long, I didn’t anticipate it consisted of nearly 600 books.

That, of course, gave me an idea: my TBR list was going to be my reading challenge, and because challenges are more fun when you have a buddy, I decided to share the list with you. Now, there are to versions of the list; if you want a the printable PDF version click here , but if you’re like me and you’d rather have the Word version to digitally edit, you can get it by clicking here.

The first thing I’d suggest you do is look through the whole list and cross out or highlight the books you’ve already read. Once you’re left with the books you haven’t read, make a mark on those you own, so that you can start with them. Of course, if you want to take on this challenge with me, let me know in the comments below. I’ll be sharing reviews of books in this list as I read them, and my plan is to post an updated version of the TBR list in the future.

Happy reading!

Love, Miss Camila

 

 

Peach Everyday Makeup

Hello and happy Monday. Yesterday I was at home all day, working on a new project and I didn’t put any makeup on, which is rare. Today I was heading towards that direction, but I decided, you know what? Let’s just to something quick and easy, that doesn’t require a ton of products.

Today’s look is all in the peach/orange/copper scale because, of course, I didn’t want to play around with different colors. I’m into monochromatic looks, but I don’t do them as often because they do tend to be very simple. Anyway, here are the steps I followed to achieve this look:

 

  1. Primer
  2. Concealer
  3. Foundation
  4. Eyebrows
  5. Powder
  6. Peach (eyelid)
  7. Salmon (crease)
  8. Champagne (inner corner)
  9. Mascara
  10. Blush
  11. Brown lipliner
  12. Orange lipgloss

When doing makeup, do you like to stay within a similar color range, or do you like to use different shades? Let me know in the comments!

Happy Monday!

Love, Miss Camila

 

 

 

Trying Halo Beauty: Three Weeks

Hello and happy Sunday. Welcome to another episode of “why am I still taking these pills?” aka week three of trying Halo Beauty. The answer to the first question, if you’re curious, is: I paid $40 for the pills, so I may as well take them.

In the nails department I’m starting to see more significant grow, and I notice that my nails seem to be thicker and stronger. Sometimes my nails peel, like I can notice that a layer is kind of trying to come off, I’m not really sure how to explain it or whether this happens to somebody else. Right now, I have two nails like that, so even if I feel them being stronger overall, they are still prone to peeling off.

My hair looks good, doesn’t it? I feel that it didn’t change much from last week to this one. It appears to be healthier than it did before I started taking Halo Beauty, but you know my thoughts on spending $40 on pills that will  just make my hair look good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, let’s talk about my face. I do want to say that during this week I got a face mask and I also got my period, which are two factors that might have altered the results of Halo Beauty, but let’s be honest here, I couldn’t just stop doing what I usually do to wait and see if a product does work.

I got the mask because I felt that I was getting a lot of breakouts, like I’ve been telling you throughout the updates, and I needed to unclog my pores. I did get two more breakouts on my chin, which is normal after a mask like the one I got. It’s also normal because, like I said, I got my period, and that sometimes can show on my skin.

This week has been the worst for my face, not just since I started taking Halo Beauty, but in a while. I hope that it goes back to how it usually is once the month is over because I feel that, even if Halo Beauty may not be what is causing the breakouts, it is clearly stopping my skin from getting better. Maybe that’s what happens when you try to improve something that doesn’t need any improvement.

In the comments below, tell me about a face mask or treatment that helps with breakouts and clogged pores because I think I’m going to need it.

Happy Sunday!

Love, Miss Camila