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A Valentine’s Hey

February 14th. A day to spend with your significant other, eating overpriced heart shaped ravioli and basking in the glow of a tealight candle in an overcrowded restaurant.

But who says Valentine’s Day can’t be spent rekindling an old, drunken flame?

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve spent the past few summers in Dublin, Ireland. During this time, I went out to countless bars and clubs and met interesting characters along the way. We’ve all been there…it’s a tale as old as time: we go out, we have fun, we meet someone who is engaging, funny, flirty, and…totally drunk. We dance and maybe kiss at one point but we both know it’s not going anywhere, so we exchange numbers as a formality and leave with our respective friends, never to speak to that person again.

Like I’m sure a ton of us do, I now have a contact list FILLED with first names or code names of random guys I’ve met out.

So with a little encouragement from my friend Clare (HEY CLARE!!!) I decided to wish those guys HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! The results were absolutely hilarious.

I sent out 17  happy Valentine’s Day wishes. The first to respond? Someone saved in my phone as “Niall”

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I was incredibly surprised he remembered me. It’s been 7 months! He was actually a nice guy and his responses were tame enough so I left the conversation there because moments later I got a text from a contact saved in my phone as “Penguin Erector”

The name behind Penguin Erector is a story itself. But basically, this guy told me he worked the penguin exhibit at the Dublin Zoo. He claimed his job title was Penguin Erector which, according to him, meant he had the duty of picking up the penguins and placing them upright if they fell over.

Was that a lie? Probably.

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“Add me on LinkedIn? Xx”

ADD. ME. ON. LINKEDIN? XX????????

First of all, wasn’t aware we were making a professional connection! Second of all, why does a “Penguin Erector” need a LinkedIn?Third of all, someone PLEASE find his “new lady” and send him this post because the Penguin Erector needs to be STOPPED, now. 

Needless to say, I left the conversation here…and didn’t add him on LinkedIn.

Up next: Ryan.

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Amazing. Amazing stuff.

So not only did Ryan get right back into it and try to woo me back, but he confused me for some other Victoria with “yellow hair and big tits” (FYI Ryan it’s called blonde hair), and THEN he wanted to dive right into the most embarrassing political question an American could receive right now.

Ryan, you’ve outdone  yourself. And for that, we salute you.

Up next: Isaac.

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Isaac is a goddamn doctor! Quick, someone get this man a goddamn Nobel Prize! He’s just discovered a cure for loneliness! We’re all just one small bum compliment away from never being lonely again. 2016, what a year for science!

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Out of the 17 Valentine’s Day messages I sent out, I only got these four conversations in return. But these four conversations exceeded my expectations in every way possible. Man, I miss Ireland.

As for the ones who didn’t reply… Stephen, Jeremy, Cian, Eoin, Connor, and Cormac to name a few… I hope you’re eating heart shaped ravioli, basking in the glow of a tealight in an overcrowded restaurant, and sitting across from a girl you met in Copper’s. Happy Valentine’s Day.

 

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First, Kiss My Ass

 

Let’s just get right into it, shall we? So, as some of you may already know, I was a bit of a late bloomer. I’ve spent most of my life looking a lot like this:CPJx_Q0WwAEQnCT

Needless to say, I kind of missed out on having high school boyfriends and things like that. I was always just doing my own thing! It was great! In my time not having any boyfriends I learned a ton of life skills! Like being able to recite the 50 states in alphabetical order in under 17 seconds! (For the record, I did it in 15 seconds once in college when I was drunk off gin but I haven’t been able to touch that time since.) I also learned how to wiggle my ears and flare my nostrils. I can make a muscle with my tongue. And I can rap all of It Was A Good Day by Ice Cube. Really all the quality things you need to succeed in life! No regrets.

Today I’m writing about kisses. My first kiss to be exact. See, it’s funny—I watched a TON of Disney Channel growing up. 80bf16273dc97199274fe8de782a6828I learned what a first kiss should be like from Lizzie McGuire and Mia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, PrinCESS of Genovia. Your foot should “pop,” there should be fireworks, or maybe someone would even tell me, “you shine like the light from the sun.”

I was brainwashed by all the sappy shit. I was ready. Sadly, high school came and went with still no kisses. You are reading this correctly—I had my first kiss in college. *Insert angel emoji here.*

So yeah, there I was in college without a first kiss. I used to think about that movie Never Been Kissed and I just thought to myself as long as I didn’t get as old as Drew Barrymore’s character without being kissed, I would be all good.

The night of my first kiss was a weird one. I was out with friends having a grand ole time, drinking some gin, smiling, dancing—it was great. When all of a sudden, an equally drunk friend comes over and attempts to kiss me while I had a full on smile on my face. It was a second or two of lip to teeth action. Granted my teeth are pretty nice, I’d kiss them too. But in my intoxicated mind, this counted as my first kiss. But my foot didn’t pop, there were no fireworks, and no one told me I shine like the light from the sun!

I’m not going to lie to you, I cried. BUT I BLAME THE GIN! WAY TOO MUCH GIN! Funny thing, gin, isn’t it? Something so beautiful and pure as gin can give you wonderful things like a personal record for reciting the 50 states in alphabetical order, but it can also give you tears when your foot doesn’t “pop.”

Rest assured folks, I’ve been making up for lost time. Don’t feel bad for me, I’ve gotten plenty of kisses and popping in since then. (AAAYYYYEEEE!) But that’s a story for another time.

 

I’m sorry mom,

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Love Me Tinder

I know what you’re thinking, “Victoria, you’re late to the Tinder game. This is old news.”

That is where you’re wrong, my friend. That is where you’re very wrong. For me, this was a long time coming. It’s time I share my story.

You see, it all started over a year ago. It was November. I first downloaded Tinder when two of my friends kept talking about it. I was down in the dumps for, ya know, reasons… for, ya know, boy reasons. But that’s not important. Anyway, I figured HEY, I literally have nothing to fucking lose and I need a good laugh.

I downloaded Tinder. I picked out pictures that made me look fun, my teeth look whiter, my hair look prettier.

It was all a joke to me. So much so that I actually made my bio read, “just make me laugh, dammit!” The results were actually hilarious:

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Sometimes poets are found in the least likely of places


 

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Dropped some knowledge on Jordan


 

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I desperately needed a hobby


 

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Gus would do anything for love


 

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IT’S NOT A LONG WALK IF YOU’RE ON A FOUR WHEELER, JOSHUA


 

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I’m not


 

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I don’t know, Reaves, what IF we found out we were cousind?


 

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Norris? More like BORE-iss, AMMIRIGHT?


 

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Turns out Max was a real animal lover


 

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Tyler was just looking for a booty call


 

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Marc was looking for answers that I just didn’t have


 

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Gross


 

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Nothing coherent happens on Tinder after 2am


 

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That’s my dream date, in fairness


 

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DAMN RIGHT YOU DID, SEAN


 

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Liam and Hank are probably married now, shitting on each other’s chests and cumming in each other’s ears. Just call me a modern day Cupid.


 

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Still awaiting an answer from Timothy


 

 

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Michael came on a little too strong


 

 

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I don’t get it


 

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still recovering


 

Needless to say, none of these “matches” were actual matches. Personally, I’ve outgrown Tinder. But I’m glad I have these little screenshots to look back on. I’m thankful for my time on Tinder. I’ve talked to so many characters. It’s basically the virtual equivalent of standing outside of a club, talking to the drunk smokers at 3am. Sometimes people are dicks, sometimes people are nice but incredibly dull, sometimes people are somewhere in between. And then there are people who will straight-up confess to being full-on rapists.

You know…I did eventually meet up with someone from Tinder.

He actually murdered me. I am writing to you from beyond the grave.


Rest In Peace,

Victoria, Blog On Fleek