Summer Romance.

One day I was moping around the office Jack had asked me what was wrong. It was more like; “Ok what is with the resting bitch face, I am over it, and you are going to get new wrinkles. Are you going to tell me what is wrong?” “I want a guy who is fun and playful… a good old-fashioned summer romance!” I answered. Ask and you shall receive. Nate was exactly that. After our night of naked yoga I had no expectations of him ever calling again, this behavior totally conditioned by other men I ‘dated.’ To my surprise, he did call. He was attentive, sexy, romantic, fun and adorable- I suddenly found myself having a lot of fun.

After another amazing date we ended up back at Nate’s place again, after a gentle kiss he sat me on the kitchen counter and fixed us cocktails. We laughed and made some small talk about how great dinner was and as I was talking about the amazing oysters he gently brushed my thigh with his hand. Slowly he skimmed my rib cage, kissed my shoulder and ran his fingers up arm around my neck and into the back of my hair. His eyes were looking at my body and as he lifted his head and gently pulled my head towards his, so our lips met in the middle. His lips felt wonderful, warm and wet. He would gently bite on my bottom lip in between deep kisses- It was practically the only opportunity we had to breathe in air. Our hands we everywhere and I wanted so badly to take it to the next level. After who knows how long of making out I pulled back and looked at him in the eyes… I felt like I was drunk but had only had ½ a cocktail. Clearly I was drunk on him. I thanked him for an amazing night and said my goodbye. He begged me to stay the night or just to stay a litter longer. I was insanely tempted but made myself leave. Part of the fun of a summer romance is making it last more than a week, and I determined to make that happen. Plus there is only one other step past naked yoga, and I wasn’t going to let that happen so soon.

I woke up the next morning to text that read; “That was the best make out session since high school. Have an amazing day.” Since I wasn’t sure of his age, I laughed and thought to myself, well that might not have been that long ago. Then my thought was… “who cares” and I ate his compliment up with a spoon.

Fourth of July was around the corner and Nate, and I would both be traveling. I would go home to be with my family at our lake house, as I had every year for as long as I could remember, and he would be traveling to a whole slew of places. Going home to the lake was always bittersweet for me. I love seeing my family and spending summer days on the water, but I also felt like it was a reminder of what I didn’t have. We have a large group of friends there and keep very busy, but it is hard for me. I am the only one who is single. I am the only one who doesn’t have children. I am the only outsider really and sometimes it sucks. I tried to look at the positive side of things; I get to spend time with my family, it was always non-stop laughter, my dad would make his famous baby back ribs, and the cocktails flowed like water. This year I could tell everyone about my summer romance with a hot guy from down under instead of my usual answer, “No, I am not seeing anyone.” Ugh, that answer always triggered a look on the other persons face that was so depressing.

Though I talked about Nate on the trip, I heard from him much less than usual. I understood, he was busy and traveling, plus he knew I was with my family. I was actually surprised at how little it bothered me. Knowing that this relationship was most likely never going anywhere past a summer romance was a pathetic comfort to me. I knew that if that were my state of mind then I would be able to have fun and not get hurt in the end. It was sad but true. Then I convinced myself that he was telling everyone he was with about how much fun he was having with me!

When I returned to LA after the holiday, I was focused on one thing, my new apartment. After I had to move Style Studio into my little apartment, it was busting at the seems. Jack was over sitting among boxes and racks of clothes in my living room. I decided to bit the financial bullet and rent a bigger place.

I had found my dream apartment; it was the place light was invented! The eleventh floor of a full-service building, one plus bedroom, brand new kitchen, glorious views, garage valet parking, large deck, walls of windows, one and half baths and a steam shower! I had died and gone to apartment heaven. I was finally going to be able to get my belongings out of storage and get somewhat of my old life back.

Jack was in charge of the move, which he hated and of course I loved! Coordinating the movers, the storage unit, the packing of my current place and the elevator reservation in the new building, which came with a long list of rules for moving in.

To make life a little more fun, I decided to throw myself a birthday/ housewarming party two weeks after moving in. The party was my way of making sure that I moved in and got completely settled as quickly as possible. What I didn’t realize it that it would almost kill Jack and Me.

Single & Stylish,
xxx Keylee

Anyone that knows me knows that I am a lover of dresses! Nothing makes you feel more romantic than to have a closet full of dresses that can be worn on hot summer nights out with a hot date!

 

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

The Child.

I am not a girl who has ever dated boys; that is what I call men younger than me either emotionally or in actual years. So pretty much everyone. I never even entertained the idea of younger men, that was until Nate. In high school, I dated at least two grades above mine and now it has been as much as a decade and a half at times. Nate was the first guy who ever sparked even a consideration in my mind.

We met at a wine dinner. I arrived at the wine dinner wearing my favorite Beetlejuice jeans (they are wide black and white stripes) and black silk tank top paired with silver pumps that I was obsessed with at the time. I took a friend with me, older gay gentleman, a girl can never risk taking an actual date to this type of event. Friends from Napa were hosting the event, and I was excited to see them. When I arrived at dinner, I heard him before I actually saw him; the accent. In reality I think almost all accents are sexy, except Scottish- then I just feel like I am being spit on. He was an Aussie, and when I turned around, I quickly discovered his face was sexier than his voice. Actually that isn’t true, he was pretty, a younger version of handsome but the combination of the face, accent, and attitude- he was nothing but sexy. My sly girlfriend Mikenna had done the seating, and she sat us across from each other so we could chat. At the end of the night, he slid his receipt across the table. I was slightly confused until I turned it over and discovered his phone number. Right then and there I should have guessed he was a baby, no real man would give me his number, they would ask for mine- but I liked his style.

I tucked his number into my pocket and started plotting how I would contact him. Clearly I wasn’t a gal who is afraid to make the first move, and it made me feel in control… which of course I like. I text him the next day saying it was nice to meet him and picking a point of our conversation from the night before to mention.

“I look forward to an adventure with you in the near future.”

While we were at dinner the group around us started talking about dating in LA, basically how awful it is. He made a point to say that he was done planning dates and only planned adventures. That statement confirmed what I already knew; he wasn’t a dinner and movie typical type of guy. He quickly wrote back that he also looked forward to our first adventure. We then discovered that our schedules would prevent this from happening for at least a few weeks. It was worth the wait.

I had played everything super cool but when it came to the night we were supposed to meet up, I was a nervous wreck. Jack was at my place helping me get dressed, of course. I decided on a flat shoe, so not to appear as one of those girls. We, Jack and I, decided on my J.Crew navy and white summer linen dress that was the perfect length of short and the perfect amount of cleavage. We paired those with my gold Stuart Weitzman gladiator sandals and a classic denim jacket. I was pleased with the look, I couldn’t remember the last time I went on a date without wearing heels.

I had no idea what the date would be, but I never thought it would be as much as it was. We started on the rooftop of building to watch the sunset and drink a bottle of wine he had brought. We continued on to sushi, bowling at a party where his friends were and then back to his place. It might be the best first date I have ever been on. When we got back to his place, we decided to turn on some music, pour a drink, and do a few yoga poses. Nate was the kind of guy that American men, at least where I grew up, are embarrassed to be. Yoga, gourmet food, un-matching colorful socks, loafers, talks about his feelings and wear a speedo when he swims. Above all, he was sexy, the type of sexy that made me feel sexy. As our yoga session began, I found it much more difficult to keep my balance after our night of continuous cocktails. It was about this time I convinced myself it had nothing to do with my intoxicated levels but everything to do with my restricting dress. Lucky for me Nate had an easy solution… I should just take it off. Being the gentleman that he was, he decided to take his pants off as well. That way it wouldn’t be awkward for me. Great Idea!

After our naked yoga and a good make-out session, I had enough wits about me to go home. I called an Uber and headed back to my place. I really liked him, and I knew if that was the case then I needed to slow myself down a step- I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks!

Nate and I would continue to play tag. He would call me, and I wouldn’t be available. I would text him, and he would be working. Finally, we found a night to have date number two. This time it would be dinner with his roommate at a new organic café that had just opened. I loved that he even knew about a place like that- this is what I needed in a guy. I noticed that his friend was young… like really young. This made me again question how old Nate was. When he mentioned that his roommate had just graduated law school an alarm in my head went off. What does that make him, 23, 24, 25 maybe, I thought to myself. Nate could be a few years older, SHIT he is under 30 for sure! My next thought was, Keylee… what the fuck are you doing?

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

 

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Summer On Sale!

Nordstrom was my first true love, other than a kid named Ryan. It was also my fist place of employment after college- I was a personal shopper, huge surprise I know. I loved, and still loved, the atmosphere, the music, the lighting, the return policy… but most of all the Half Yearly Sale!

It is that time of year again and below you find some of this season hottest style at a BIG discount. All Half Yearly Sale items are 30%-60% off. Most are 40% – that is almost half!

Ready, set, shop!

xx Keylee

One Got Married and The Other One Left.

After my dreamy night with Tony, I had to return to reality the next day. I was quickly jolted into reality when I received a Facebook message from Andrew, he was getting married and wanted to tell me himself. Yes, the same Andrew that was trying to get in my bed less than six months ago had met a woman fell in love and was getting married. It wasn’t that I wanted to be with him but really? He was getting married, already?

Should I congratulate him, I thought to myself? Damn, where is the middle finger emoji? Yes, that is what mature people do. So I shot him a quick Facebook message back, “Wow, that is such great news. Congratulations. Who is the lucky girl?” He replied back with some general, ‘thank you’ type of response and I let it go at that, it wasn’t like I really wanted to know who she was. It crept into my mind a few times that day and by the next day I was furious. I kept asking myself, was he dating this woman when he was in LA last? Was I, once again, the other woman? Technically I was the other woman to Katy; my x had met and dated her before he and I met. After two days had passed I couldn’t help myself and sent the aggressive email, asking all the questions I shouldn’t have asked. I wrote the email after half of a sleeping pill and two glasses of wine, I never read his reply- I just deleted it.

Journal Entry 4/21/ 13

The married one has my head, but I am protecting my heart. I think about Tony a lot. He is such a great guy; thoughtful, kind, smart, wonderful, follows through on what he says and …oh yeah, he is married, and he is leaving in less than a week. He actually said to me the other night, “you should come visit this summer.” I agreed and said I would love to, full well knowing that it will never happen. I knew I was in trouble when I let him come over to my apartment. I never let any men come over to my apartment.

On Tony’s last day in town, he would be working all day. At 6:30 am, I got a call from him. He was at my apartment building front door and wanted to come in. I jumped out of bed grabbed my toothbrush, went to the bathroom at the same time as brushing my teeth, threw some water on my face, ran my finger through my hair and answered the door. I only lived on the second floor, so I didn’t have much time. He was standing at my door with a case of wine.
“I told you I would get you some wine,” he said as I opened the door. I was in total shock; one because he remembered- he had said that the frist night we had dinner, and two because he was standing at my door at 6:30am. He brought the wine inside and sat on my couch, gave me a giant kiss asked me about what my day was going to be like and then kissed me again. He was already late for work, and as much as I wanted him to stay I knew he had to leave. As he stood up he said, “Please come see me tonight when I am done with work, I want to say goodbye properly.” I told him I would love to and watched him walk out my door.

His last night we stayed up most of the night and at 5:30am he left. He had text me as the plane took off and then when he landed he text, “I will miss you sweets.” That was that.

It had been six days, and I didn’t know if I missed him or the idea of him. I knew I missed the feeling of knowing someone was thinking about me.

Journal Entry 5/3/2013

“I want to be in love. I want to be loved.”

After a taste of someone caring about me, I realized that I realized missed having someone to care about and care about me in return. I guess I should be happy to have felt that, even if for that moment.

Journal Entry 5/28/2013

Hawaii for Memorial Day is just what I needed. I was reading a fabulous new book and now had a new favorite quote, one I still love today.

“We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”

– Joseph Campbell

I had decided, at that moment, I knew what I really needed was to figure out how to love and care for myself. I wasn’t even sure what that really meant at the time but I would figure it out. I decided the first step would be to celebrate my birthday; it wasn’t for a couple of months, but I usually had lunch with a girlfriend or small dinner. This year I was going to have a party!

I had decided to move out of my apartment as well. Since we had closed the office a couple of months ago, Jack, and I and Style Studio did not fit into my 700sq ft space, and the party would double as a housewarming party! I hadn’t had a real party since my epic 29th birthday celebration, and this party would give me something to be excited about.

When I got back to LA I started planning the party right away even though I wasn’t sure where I was going to be living. Jack was all too excited to jump in and help- he loved anything to distract him from planning the actual move. I was also excited that week because my good friends from Napa were in town and had invited me to a wine dinner. It was always an interesting crowd at a dinner like this and the fact I was seated across from and painfully gorgeous Australian didn’t hurt.

Single and Stylish,

xx Keylee

 

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.