Wednesday, October 19, 2016

"What's your type?"

“Hey Linda, what’s your type?” my roommate hollered out of her room at me.
The question took me off guard. I paused, no answer readily available.

Wait, what was my type? I racked my brain, trying to pin down what kind of guy I usually went for.

Let’s see there was the stereotypical jock I dated in high school. Tall, immature, but with captivating green-blue eyes. A generous helping of obsessiveness and jealousy came along with that dish unfortunately.
First boyfriends shouldn’t count, I shook my head, moving on. I was still figuring things out then.

Then there was the sweet musician I felt for sure I was in love with when I started college. Wavering at just an inch or two taller than I, he was about a whole foot shorter than the jock I'd dated beforehand. It hardly mattered though when a boy took you star gazing on rooftops.
But that was such a switch! They were nothing alike….

I recalled the shy artist I met during my first art class in college, and his sweet brown eyes. His quiet demeanor had suckered me in before boring me into ending things a few short months later.

Oh jeez Linda, do you even have a type?

Let’s see, then there was the adventurer. A friendship that confused us into trying something more before quickly realizing how unrealistic that was. His scrappy personality had me hiking up trails and trying new things all while laughing at his squirelly ways. I smile just recalling that blonde head bobbing up and down, waiting for me to catch up.

Ughhh, there’s practically no similar trait that ties any of these guys together!

I blush just thinking about Josh. That Caribbean fling had me dreaming about dark, tan muscles and light green eyes flecked with gold that ever so slightly veered towards feral. Almost hungry, if you will.

“You doesn't even matter,” I told her. “Don’t set me up with anybody.”

I don’t believe I have a type. Tall or short. Light or dark. Blue eyes or brown eyes. Heavy set or skinny. I think my track record proves that I don’t care. I enjoy getting to know people of all kinds – and if something happens, it happens. There are so many interesting facets to others that you get the opportunity to know, and it'd be a shame to overlook someone sheerly because they don't fit a certain "type" you picture in your mind.

But I mean, I'm not gonna say no if Don Benjamin asked me out, so there's that... ;)

Monday, October 17, 2016

Music Monday: The Chainsmokers

I'm not even going to bother doing a little write up on these guys. If you haven't heard of this dj duo, you've probably been living under a rock, and you need more help than just musical suggestions.

Sorry, I'm a little extra sassy today due to getting an unpleasant visit from every girl's favorite monthly visitor. Bleh. 

Now, take a listen to this awesome song (and fabulous cover by Connor Maynard I decided to throw in here) and excuse me, for I have chocolate to go hunt down. 

Friday, October 14, 2016

5 Youtubers Worth Your Time

Okay, when I say "YouTuber", I mean someone who is making their living off of YouTube. Ergo fully qualifying them to be dubbed this term. So! Without further ado, these are 5 channels that I'm fully addicted to and find it worth my time to drop everything when they upload just to watch.

If you don't know who Claire is, I highly recommend you grab yourself some popcorn and settle in for a binge session. Claire Marshall is #GOALS to me. Seriously. How can one human being be so inspiring, down-to-earth, and unbearably cool? Yes. UNBEARABLY. I almost can't stand it. I'm straight up fangirling, but I adore this YouTuber so much and her editing style is perfection. She avoids cliche editing styles that I see all over YouTube. It's always unique and never over the top. Her attention to detail is marvelous, and you can really sense that in  all of her videos. She vlogs, covers beauty topics (hello, she's a freelance makeup artist so of course), and occasionally does fashion videos! 

Okay, surely you've heard of Casey. He's practically an iconic vlogger, with his channel boasting over 5 million subscribers. And I'm definitely one of them. There's something about his video content that's captivating. He leads an exciting life and is based in New York, and his success allows him to take these adventurous trips around the world. 

This duo is soooo fun to travel with - and I say that like I have, because it feels like it thanks to their vlogs! These two started traveling while in college, and their motto "Shut up and go" has brought them quite the success. Their chemistry as best friends, playful personalities, and thirst for adventure always makes their videos a sheer pleasure to watch! 

4. Helen Anderson

I only recently started watching Helen, but she's already turned into an all time favorite. She's bold, unabashedly herself, and has killer style. Plus, she has a British accent, so who doesn't love that?

5. Megan Batoon

This girl is an absolute riot. I adore Megan's channel because it's chock full of terrible puns, many witty vlogs, and incredible dancing. Megan Batoon is also part Filipino, so, you know...#pinoypride and all that! But seriously, this is one talented, hard working chick who also knows how to stay real and keep the laughs rolling.

Who are some of your favorite Youtubers? I'm always on the lookout for fun channels!
And in case you haven't already, be sure to check out my own YouTube channel HERE

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The Time I Was Hit On in Belize

When I scrambled out of the puddle jumper that landed on Caye Caulker, I had no idea what to expect from this trip. Things had gone wrong from the get-go, with travel companions dropping out on me, a tropical storm turning into a hurricane, and a missed flight (read more HERE).

Flash forward six days later, and I was bemoaning ever having to leave this magical island. The palm trees, the constant reminder to "Go slow!", the simple way of life. Oh, it had been magical! And of course, the crystal clear waters that were so warm and welcoming...much like the people of Belize.
In one week, I fell in love with this little island.
Also, in one week, I somehow captured the interest of three different guys.

As most of you know, I've been severely single for several years now and I've reached a place of contentment in this (unbelievable, I know. My friends in relationships wonder what's wrong with me too). It's been a while since anything even slightly flirtatious has occurred to me, with  only the occasional catcall (yuck) and appreciative glance reminding me that I have a sexual presence. I swear I'd completely forget otherwise.

Anyway. I met three different men, each expressing interest in me in a way that I had forgotten. Each meeting was spontaneous and unplanned. When I wasn't expecting it, he appeared. Because that's how it always goes, doesn't it?

1. The Islander
First, there was Josh. I had no plans for the day, and was lazily walking towards The Split, a popular sunbathing and swimming spot on Caye Caulker. It was the day after the hurricane, and many people were still repairing their shops.

I should volunteer my  help at one of these places, I thought.
Then low and behold, this barefoot, tan-skinned local came bouncing up and introduced himself. He was ridiculously good looking, and I later found out he was half Belizean, half Irish, so the bleached ends of his fro was completely natural, along with his entrancing green eyes. I ended up hitching a ride in his golf cart, volunteered my help at a surf shop with him, and later went out to a few local bars with him too. We played pool, we danced, and I realized just how appealing a Creole accent can be. It was a real treat, and I'll never forget my time with the island's resident player.

2. The Sailor
Then there was Chris, the soft-spoken crew member who worked at the snorkeling tour I went on. His polite mannerism and quiet presence attracted me (and okay, his muscular arms didn't hurt either).
At the end of the day, as all the passengers and crew members danced to reggae music and enjoyed bottomless rum punch (well, the passengers did, the crew still had to  remain professional), he sidled up next to me. "Is it okay if I dance with you?" I smiled and nodded, moving to give him space on the makeshift dance floor.

His scruffy jawline and dimples combined with rum punch and Caribbean sun filled my mind, and I still wish I had the chance to talk with him more. At the end of the trip, every passenger got a hug from the crew. Yet when it was my turn, Chris swooped me up in a great big hug and sneakily planted a kiss on my cheek.

I blushed and tried to recover with a teasing tone, "Guess I'm special, huh?"
"Yes, you are." he grinned.

I still smile when I think about the next day, when I ran into him again. He was on his way to work when we passed each other on the street. He paused mid-stride.

We stood there, making small talk. He hugged me about three times each time it seemed like we were about to part ways (only for the conversation to carry on longer). Finally, when we both knew we had to go, he swept me up in one final, big hug and swung me around! My feet flew up in the air, and I couldn't stop the laugh of joy and surprise that escaped me. What a feeling!

He set me down, gave me another little cheek kiss, and laughed with me.
"You like that, huh?"
Yes. Yes I did.

3. The Tourist
To be honest, I was prepared to dash away when I heard a male's voice call out: "Hey! Hey, I've seen you around here before..."

I was on my way to the Sports Bar, hoping to enjoy one of my last few nights on Caye Caulker. It was night time and I'd taken the less crowded path along the beach. It had been peaceful, with waves lapping the shore and a bright moon reflected in those crystal clear waters.

I turned around to face the guy approaching me. He had a pair of simple swimming trunks on and a casual button down that was left open to reveal a well toned six-pack.

"Are you a local?" he questioned.
I laughed out loud at that. Me? A local? "No, what makes you think that?"
"I don't know, I saw you several times earlier today walking around." he smiled, relieved to have sparked a conversation. "Where you headed?"

That night I got to know Donovan, a half Belizean young man visiting from California, and even met some of his family (it was a family vacation). Later, we managed to steal away to a dock that had a couple hammocks on them.

"Look, a shooting star!" I pointed excitedly at the night sky. It was the perfect view, a slice of the foreign night sky that twinkled in a way I wasn't used to in the city. We passed the night talking about our lives, sharing bits of our past, and competing over who could spot the most shooting stars. They were out by the dozens that night, and we ended up at a draw.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, leaning in slowly.
Our lips met, and as we parted, I smiled softly.
"I guess you can."

The Conclusion:
I've known a fair share of girls who go around scattering pieces of their heart to different people. However, I feel as if mine longs for different things. Despite all of these interactions (which I recall with utter fondness), my heart was never given away, not even a sliver. Instead, a chunk of it belongs to the island itself. Caye Caulker swept me off my feet, using a dangerous combination of palm trees, hammocks, and the most beautiful beaches I've been to yet. And okay, maybe a few handsome guys didn't hurt either. Just adds to the island's overall appeal!

I know these story themed posts are quite different and very word-heavy, so I'm not expecting a huge response to them. However, I miss the diary-like posts I used to do in my younger days. When I sat down and read entries from 2012, I have to smile and laugh about details and moments I'd almost forgotten about! So I apologize if you find these tiresome, but I'm going to be including more stories again. After all, this is called the Dragonfruit Diaries, is it not? I'm not afraid to be honest about my life and my thoughts anymore. 
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