La Blonde... "So, I really have to do this now?"

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First thing you must know about me: I'm a scorpio (enough said?) For those
of you who blame their mood swings on the fact that the stars weren't aligned that week, or the planets are in retrograde, you probably know a thing or two about the Scorpio.  I'm not as psycho or as possessive or as 'OMG he didn't text me back and it's been 36 seconds!!!!', like they usually portray scorpios to be.  I am however passionate about the things that I love; family, friends, the animal kingdom, cheese... And I probably will weep to every episode of the Price is Right. The Showcase Showdown kills me. That kind of passion and joy can move mountains. 

Why am I still the big 'S'? I know, a question you're all asking yourselves. I’ve definitely gone on my share of rendez-vous in my 20s. Some I'll never forget, some I've hypnotized out of my brain.  I've just come to the point in my life where my pjs, the hockey game and a nice bottle of Vodka is my idea of a more than perfect night. But, I realize that won’t land me the man of my dreams. I have to physically go out and find him.  Mascara and all. Crap. 

I'm a pretty independent woman (cue a Beyoncé song in here, any song) but it's always nice to have that special someone text you random emoticons and useless facts about his car's rims or ask you what toppings you would like on your Pizza Pizza dinner, or simply ask how your day is going. I guess dragging myself out of my condo and actually engaging in intellectual (or not so intellectual) conversation is my ticket to finding a true companion. 

Instead of keeping all the fun to myself, I thought you all might get a
kick out of my 52 week dating life. Mi life es su life.
Warning: This may be similar to a bad season of The Bachelorette. 
Grab the gin.
  
La Blonde xx

The Roommate... "Yes! No backing out now, girl!"

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Of course I was ecstatic the minute La Blonde showed interest in blogging about her dating life. And even more so as I was going to be a part of the adventure every step of the way. Well, every step except for the actual date (thank God! I have my own dating woes to take care of). OK, so, one date per week for 52 weeks? Awesome. There's just one little issue: La Blonde hates dating and her aforementioned dating life? Non-existent. This means having to put herself out there and agree to go on dates even though every ounce of her being in screaming "aww heyyyllll no!" 

It's time for La Blonde to replace those pj pants with a LBD (little black dress, for all you non-fashionistas) and meet Toronto's finest, nicest, hottest... and everything else in between. Hot date? Cool, La Blonde will share all the juicy details on here. Bad date? Even better! Who doesn't love a dating horror story?

And, lastly, going  back to how I fit in this love puzzle: I'm The Roommate so I hear about ALL of La Blonde's ups and downs. Happy time? We usually celebrate with vino. Sad time? Probably more vino and RomCom movie night with junk food in hand. We share the highs and lows of our days, especially when it comes to men and love.  

You'll hear from me after every date - I'll provide my point of view and thoughts on how I think La Blonde is really feeling. So, grab your drink of choice and come along for the ride. It's bound to be a crazy one!

The Roommate xo