He asked me on a first date what my ideal lazy Sunday looked like.

I spent a solid minute debating if I should say 'mimosas and a farmer's market' or 'binge-watching true crime in sweatpants, possibly still wearing yesterday's mascara.'

I tried to do that 'messy bun' look this morning, you know, the one that's supposed to be casual and chic.

After three failed attempts, a whole lot of hairspray, and an arm cramp, I just gave up and wore a hat. That's my version of effortless.

He spent 20 minutes on our first date explaining the basics of my own job to me.

I just smiled and nodded, because apparently, listening is 'attractive' when *I* do it.

I tried to channel my inner 'wellness guru' this morning and started my day with a green smoothie and 15 minutes of journaling.

Then I spent the next hour frantically searching for my car keys, only to find them in the fridge next to the kale.