First of all-I am BEYOND honored to be featured on Dream Sequins today! Check it out! Dream Sequins is one of my favorite blogs and new friends, and it meant a lot that she asked me to be part of her Behind the Blog series! So since I’ve got fashion handled there for the day, let’s discuss some matters of the heart. Kinda.

Online Dating Volumes 1 here and 2 here if you’re new to the…fun.

Please don’t say I told you so, bloggy banana friends. I promised when I started this online dating nonsense I’d give you all the gory details. Kthxbai…here’s the story of the 4th…Do you know who “he” TOTALLY reminds me of? Justin Bobby from the Hills. So I am now going to refer to him as J.B.

As some of you know-the (judgemental vegan) J.B totally flaked on me yesterday.

On. The. 4th. Of . July.

Back story-his band played at Universal Studios on Fri night. I didn’t go, because I thought it might be a lil stalkerific. He texts me after, he’s so excited to see me, etc…he’s going to a few bars in Hollywood with the band…his texts turn into drunken texts until 5am. I wake up, laugh at his texts, run to Starbucks, read some blogs…and wait for him to call/text me like he said he would. Nothing.

Now, I have A LOT of (fake ha) hair. (I didn’t name this blog Unbeweavable for nothin!) First date hair vs mellow hanging out with the girls/family hair are 2 different animals, right? Can I get an AMEN on that? I didn’t want to start fully getting ready until I heard from him.( Total date hair inspiration below, love it.)I call and it goes straight to voicemail where I leave a very mellow, casual message. (Inner monologue-am I being punked? wtf?)

I talk to some of you. We agree he is probably passed out from the previous evenings quasi rockstar shenanigans. We also agree it’s best not to get “first date ready” because it’s looking like I’ve got a waste of hair and make-up on my hands.

Fast forward- to 5ish, (we were supposed to hang out at 1.) Text-”Oh shit, I just woke up.”

By this time, I am on to other things for the evening, and that text, without an apology, got no response from me. Now here’s where things get complicated-er.

He calls me at 1030-I am home watching the Devil Wears Prada and hoping my dog doesn’t have a heart attack due to the fireworks.(Ms. Bella is not a fan.) Leaves VM “I really need to talk to you. Please call me.” etc, etc.

Pissed off Latina that I am, I call him. Gloves are on, ding ding!! He tells me that he was too nervous to meet me, because he really likes me and he panicked at the last minute because he got scared I wouldn’t like him in person. He says he realized what a big mistake he made, so sorry, blahblahblah, and is there anyway he can make it up to me this week?

This is more than just being nervous. He didn’t give me time to make other plans really, he just FLAKED. How rude! (Do you guys hear Michelle Tanner from Full House when I say that…or is that just me?)

We’ve since talked again and made plans…again. I like him. Am I making a big mistake? Don’t answer that. Everybody deserves a second chance, right? ( Answer that one.)

Disclaimer-I am not looking to be treated like crap, and I don’t put up with it. The only reason I would consider giving Justin Bobby another chance is because the dude gives me crazy butterflies, there is some kind of chemistry and let’s be real…he’s HOT. I will also never reserve a holiday for a guy I’ve never met. EVER. Life Lesson #786353 learned.

My weekend wasn’t a complete failure! I did a lot of this…

Looking forward to seeing your fabulous weekend re-caps! I hope we all have a great week ahead! XOXO, Liz