Tequila Shots, Dancing shoes, and no more broken hearts!

Everyone has experience at least 1 major heartbreak by the age of 25, right? I know I had and I actually did not cry.

Not everyone can keep the pain nor swallow the tears but with a few tequila shots, a few dancing nights; we simply learn to dance of the pain of our major heartbreak.

See, I was in a relationship for 4 years. I thought he was the one but after a few major red flags into the 2 year mark, I began to have doubts. I continued our relationship even thought I did not trust him nor he respected me the way he spoke to me but I was afraid to start all over so I settled. I know, that was stupid, but when you are in love you do stupid things!

I was with this person in my mid twenties but I dont regret, if anything I learned. Never give your all to someone unless its YOURSELF!

I am now enjoying life without worrying if someone will get mad for what I said or better yet not have to beg for someones attention or affection.

Life is beautiful when you no longer have to worry about what other people think of you nor worry if they even care. I learned to care enought about myself to be focused on what I am doing, love myself for what I am worth, and not allow any guy who I sense a red flag come near my heart again.

Just like my father said the other day, "Don't get married or have children till you are over 35." That is not the ordinary advice a father will say but he is right. I am going places with my career and most of the guys who once came upon my path are going home.

Lucky I live in San Francisco, the city of love. I dont intend to fall in love with anyone but I do intend to have plenty of tequila shots, endless dancing hours at a bar with my girls and have devoted myself not to get another broken heart.

I do not feel the need to be in a relatinoship nor have a title to feel complete because I am complete by myself and I am surrounded by wonderful friends who have become family in the years I have been in San Francisco.

I might of given 4 of the best years of my twenties but the best is yet to come and Life goes on and so does my journey!

Just another night at Make Out Room with my girls.

Comments

Surviving the Independence!

I came to San Francisco five years ago with the dream to be independent, discover myself, and one day tell my grandchildren, "Your abuelita once lived in San Francisco." I made the big move when I was twenty-three years old and somehow those five years where a roller coaster of every fucking thing you can imagine living in a big city is worth. Now I am approaching the end of my twenties and I can surely say I have earned my stripes living in this city. My first week in the city I was scammed for my apartment and lost 3k. I ended up living in my car for a few nights under the bay bridge intersection because I refused to go back home. I attended an over priced art school and after a year decided, this isn't for me. Yes, I am an art school drop out but ironically I have a career compared to a few of my fellow art school buddies who graduated with honors. I lived in many places in the city in the five years I survived. From sharing rooms, renting a ...

'Hustlers', the glitter, power, and money showers.

By Gardenia Zuniga-Haro Oh Jennifer Lopez; that body at fifty years old and Ramona's performance inspired me to hit the gym and get a pole in my living room. The first fifteen minutes of the movie are every man's fantasy performance although I have been to a few different gentlemen's clubs in San Francisco and neither performances I have ever seen compared to Ramona's opening act. Ramona's opening performance for Hustlers was jaw dropping! (Photo credit-BARBARA NITKE/STXfilms) The glitter, power, and money showers delivered in the beginning caught my full attention although I felt some scenes and actors where unnecessary in the film. I get it, the film was portraying the life of Samantha Barbash which was a self made hustler in New York city but I felt it wasn't worth the hype. I first heard of the movie while indulging on an episode of Wendy Williams where she mentioned a movie based on New York City strippers who scammed men was in pr...

The Year I Became a Woman

We all have that one year that breaks us, transforms us, or better yet, fucking molds us! This year I can say I became the Woman I saw getting lost in the fog of this cold and gloomy city. As the year is about to end in the next few days, I came to the realization that this year, I have changed in so many ways. I can say I am in the career path I have always dreamt off, got healthier which I will cover later one but the one thing I can gladly say is that I learned to love myself without having to love anyone else. The year I became a woman.(Photography by Allison Ekevara Kitpowsong). Last year was one of the worst years of my life. I lost my sister Gaby, I was battling breast cancer (I never came public about it), and I was hanging on a treat in a toxic relationship with a few people who had control over me. That year was a shit show. I wasn't happy, healthy, or satisfied with a lot and I promised myself after midnight that this year, I was going to c...

The Social Flower

Search This Blog