Natasha's blog - A boring title for a not boring blogger

Significant mentions of Tina Fey and a full recap of the boys in my past This isn’t relationship advice. Just because I am dating someone, I don’t assume I know what I am doing. Presently I am dating Trevor. Trevor works as a paid volunteer firefighter. He loves to play disc golf, is obsessed with organic food, aims to buy and support local, his wardrobe is 95% WSU apparel + some underwear, and he loves to listen to the same song for days. I call those types of people Repeat Listeners -- which I am. Pastly I almost dated a wind turbine engineer, I dated a car-sales marketing rep slash triathlete, I thought I was dating a Music Teacher (turns out, we never dated), I summer-flinged a broken-hearted alcoholic (my diagnosis), I liked a guy who later decided he was gay, I dated a brilliant philosopher with no ambition, I dated a musician where I broke my own heart, I dated a really nice guy, and I dated The First Kiss… who I wish I was still friends with. Welcome to my ...

Multi-tasking is a lie & Don't be a stripper. Coach Mike swims with me on Tuesday mornings. I should probably say that I swim with Coach Mike on Tuesday mornings, but I invited him first. So he swims with me. One recent Tuesday morning, I arrived late and Mike had been swimming for 23 minutes without me. I apologized for being late, and hopped into the shallow end to begin my warm up. Mike kept swimming. I spent a nice solid 100 yards slamming my hand into the water, attempting to create the perfect explanation of my busy life, my new responsibility as a mentor, the struggles I am having (creating) with my boyfriend, resulting in a final perfect excuse for not attending Monday’s practice, and rationalizing my late arrival to Tuesday’s practice. There is a lot of thinking time when you swim. We simultaneously reached the deep end, and paused. I started on my eloquent Excuse Providing Speech. Mike quickly interrupted. “Cheeley, just get here. You can’t work if ...