This One Time at Band Camp…
/Yes, I went to band camp.
And no—nothing perverted happened there.
I was actually very innocent in high school.
But I’ve noticed something funny. Some stories from that time still make people laugh—even if I’ve told them a dozen times. And since writing my Bad Date series, I’ve gone on a few more dates.
What I didn’t expect?
Guys being scared I’d write about them.
Seriously. A few of them actually said:
“Please don’t blog about this.”
Let me clarify:
I would never write about someone unless there’s comedic relief involved.
If a date was sweet, sincere, and genuinely great? There’s no joke there—just sappy love content (which I enjoy on my own time, thank you very much).
One of my friends even told me:
“It’s not fair to the dating population—you basically wrote a ‘how-not-to-date-you’ guide.”
And they’re not wrong.
My blog is a bit of a blueprint.
It gives readers a glimpse into my personality, preferences, and the very real things that turn me off. But honestly? I don’t mind.
I consider myself an open book. If you want to know something—ask.
I’ve grown comfortable enough in my own skin that I’m no longer afraid of what someone might think about me.
So Here’s Your Friendly Disclaimer:
If you don’t want to end up as a headline in my blog:
Don’t tip your server 5% after a $100 meal.
Don’t pick Chick-fil-A for a first date when there are plenty of decent sit-down restaurants.
Don’t show up at my place on a bicycle.
And please, for the love of dating dignity—don’t be creepy. 😊
Simple, right?