I want you to think of my Rosé Attaché as your arsenal of been there’s and done that’s.
This is my gift to you, a collaborative hub of my own tried and true’s.
All in Relationship
I'm a pretty decisive person, when I know I know- dating someone a first time and thinking it not a fit is one thing, trying 2 years later a second time is being Yotzei the process (his word). Pursuing someone 2 years later for a third time is a whole different declaration. It's dating feelings on steroids.
Not just because “The Summer I Turned Pretty” by Jenny Han was actually my favorite book series before it was a #thing. POV reading the books while in the country, circa 8th grade totally making the local Shauls, Dovid’s and Eli’s my versions of Conrad and Jerimiah (and yes, it was all in my head :) and no names have not been changed.*
According to Babby,
I'm nem seip. I'm special and have everything going for me.
I'm not married yet because I haven't found the right man to appreciate my mix of brains, beauty and getrai.
Why should she think otherwise?
Every time I visit her, and babby asks me if I went out lately, I regal her with tales of my latest date.
He's always tall;
Always smart, funny and warm.
Targeted singles Shabbaton is what I mean. To give context, I'm talking about smaller groups of singles for a Shabbaton, e.g., 20/20 or 12/12, versus a "Camp-like Shabbaton" where you meet everyone and no one. We're talking cozy enough to remember each other's names by the end of the Shabbos, and not because they were the "it" boy.
Okay, let's discuss this first; there's always an "it boy." As my friend, Leah would joke- and use my verbiage, he is gelungin and has schmeichel, he carries the suave air about him that post shabbos you want to make the "so who is getting your first impression rose" joke.
