KISS – March 20, 2019


My boyfriend really loves rock, rock concerts, and just old school bands in general. He bought tickets to see Kiss, one of his favourites, before we even knew each other. While we were casually going on dates back in February, he had asked me to go to the concert with him and of course I said yes. After all, it is Kiss.

Now, I never really listen to them except for their very popular songs like I Was Made for Lovin You, Detroit Rock City, and Rock And Roll All Nite. I had no idea what to expect. All I really knew was that he was beyond excited and this concert meant the world to him.

I could tell he was extremely hyped as soon as we got to our seats because of how close we were to the stage. Honestly, pictures don’t do it justice. His eyes were wide and he kept smiling. It was actually really nice to see someone so happy over music, because I resonated with that. Music is a powerful thing.

The lights went dark, the phones went up, and the crowd got loud and rowdy, just like at any other concert. Admittedly, there was something different about this crowd. They actually seemed much more into the show in comparison to any other concert I’ve been to before, and I’ve been to a lot. No one was pushing each other and shoving each other, but instead there was a mutual respect among the people. Everyone just wanted to see legends do their thing and vibe to their music. There were so many people dawning face paint and even some with full on costumes. Dedication? I think so.

Kiss was actually phenomenal. Raw talent at its finest. When I’m not into a concert, it’s hard for me to pay attention, but they held my fascination all night. It was hard not move to the music and clap and sing along (to the few songs I knew). Everything they did was captivating. What I appreciated most was that they let each individual member have their own moment, wether it’d be through a guitar solo, drum solo, base solo, everyone got the spotlight at least once. It brought forward the notion that they each contribute to the success that is Kiss and no one member is better than the next, but rather they’re all equals. Oh and another thing! Fire. Fireworks. Lots and lots of pyro. I could feel the heat from the fire from my seats, so really I have no idea how they handled that on stage. Props to them!

Overall, I seriously had a great time and I really believe that everyone needs to see Kiss live at least once in their lifetime. I cannot thank my boyfriend enough for bringing me with him to experience such a once in a lifetime show. Seeing him smile, grab my hand and dance with me, and shoutout lyrics at the top of his lungs, made it all worthwhile.



Tonight, I took my boyfriend to watch a Toronto Raptors game. I never really cared for basketball games to be fair, but I told him I’d either get tickets to see the Raps or the Leafs. Good luck getting hockey tickets in Toronto.

Anyways, I had a lot of fun with him. We joked around, cheered, and even danced when the music came on. I just had such a good time with him. It was as though I forgot how much fun going to a game could be.

I found myself looking at him often while thinking about how lucky I was. I decided that his smile is my new favourite sight. I know, super cheesy. But he just makes me happy in ways that no one ever really has.

He even made the subway ride home fun with his jokes and little side comments. Yeah sure he mocks me sometimes, and I mock him too, but nothing beats the feeling of having his arm around me with my head on his shoulder. Getting kisses on my forehead and the top of my head when our hands are intertwined is probably my favourite. He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel wanted.

Although he has now dropped me off at home, we won’t be seeing each other tomorrow. But we are going to a concert Wednesday night, as he invited me to go see one of his favourite bands with him. Two music lovers at a concert? This should be interesting!

Officially Official


After seeing him on Sunday, he told me that he wanted to do something very special for me. Yesterday, he invited me over to his house and offered to make me dinner. Something so simple and sincere that just made me smile right away. Is that not cute?

Obviously I accepted and I was off to his house yesterday night. I was a bit skeptical because I didn’t know what to expect. Does he know what he’s doing? Does he cook? All very fair questions in my defense! He decided to make pasta, which was quite delicious to be honest. We kind of overcooked the chicken a bit, but it wasn’t bad for our first time making something that we had no idea how to make. I know I know, you don’t know how to make chicken? The answer is yes, I do know how to make chicken but we made it a totally different way this time. I took it as a learning opportunity. We’ll do better next time!

I think a lot of people would assume that a dinner at home would have to be something insanely romantic but I wasn’t expecting an over the top dinner by any means. I actually really appreciated eating in his living room while watching The Office. It kept the atmosphere light and added some extra laughter. It actually reflected our relationship very accurately. I don’t think were the type of people that need extensive dinners in order to just enjoy each others company. We just vibe. We just click.

We had our cute and happy moments. The night was absolutely perfect in our own way. But my heart practically exploded when he asked me to be his girlfriend. You know when you feel yourself smiling uncontrollably? And even when you try to stop you just can’t? That was me. During our time together, even before he asked, it felt nice to be back in the presence of someone who just genuinely cared about me in a romantic way. But in that moment it was different, more magnified. It felt right. I felt undeniably happy over a month and a half of just seeing each other and going out on dates, and I still have that feeling right now. He is someone that is so good for me, with pure intentions and genuine kindness. I can’t wait to see him again on Friday.

You Did What?


I never thought I would end up in the back of a cop car, but that happened a few days ago. Thankfully, it wasn’t because I did something wrong, but more so because I witnessed something and they wanted to take my statement down at the station. And of course this all happened while I was trying to get down to a concert.

The thoughts running through my head? My mom is going to lose her mind. My dad is going to freak. But I’m doing a good thing, right? I was internally freaking out because I didn’t know what to expect. Definitely don’t want to ever be in one of those again. It’s very scary and intimidating, even when you’ve done nothing wrong. The police were extremely kind and the detectives were the same way. Very thorough, understanding, and professional throughout the whole process.

I called my mom shortly after considering she thought I was making my way to the concert. As soon as she heard my tone of voice, she knew right away that something was up.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah I just had to give a witness statement at a police station because I saw some stuff”

And in typical mom fashion she responded…”WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU HURT?”. She was worried, but she calmed right down when she knew I was good.

Fortunately, I ended up making it to the concert. I was lucky enough to see one of my favourite bands, but I’ll probably make a separate post about it.

The reason why I decided to post about this experience is because for a brief moment while everything was unfolding, I thought about walking away because I was scared and didn’t want to get involved. In that moment I was actually upset at myself, how could I allow myself to be a bystander and not talk to the police when I saw some of the events that happened? The moral of the story is that even though you’re scared or afraid, you should try your best to do the right and moral thing in any situation. It’s possible that my statement will help someone, and that realization gave me the courage to come forward and speak up.

Anyways, I hope you all have a wonderful Tuesday!



I’ve been a passenger in his car for 5 dates now, and each one has been better than the last. I haven’t felt this comfortable with someone in a very long time.

There’s something about being on a late night drive with him, something so refreshing and soothing. The feeling of my hand intertwined with his, the smile that crosses my face when he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it. The way he holds my hand against his cheek and just smiles. Kissing him at red lights and stop signs. Hearing “I’m so happy I found you” just makes me feel warm and fuzzy because quite frankly, I feel the same way.

Something was different about our 5th date. I’ve known for a few weeks that I have feelings for him, that was very obvious. But there was a moment where things felt more…real? Sitting in his car, Leave Right Now by Thomas Rhett came on and I just looked at him and thought “damn. I’m so lucky“. So naturally I’ve been listening to that song all damn day. Even better? We have floor seats to see Thomas Rhett in July, so here’s to hoping he plays that song live. I actually just texted him talking about that song and how it reminds me of him when I listen to it. He just responded saying “well it’s our song now”, so there you go folks. We have a song. And now I’m smiling.

Even though we’re not official as of yet, I don’t even care. We have discussed it here and there. He wants to take his time and I couldn’t agree more, why rush it when it’s going so well as it is? I feel like this is something so good already. The fact is that he makes me so undeniably happy. He knows exactly what to say to make me feel calm and at ease. Also, my best friend has met him and absolutely loves him. I met his best friend and he apparently said all good things, which is really important to me.

I really like him.

Liar Liar


The biggest lie I was ever told came in the form of pen and paper from a scared little boy that isolated himself in order to fulfill everyone else’s expectations.

He was a wolf dressed in sheep skin. I was a blind puppet led to believe the best in people until one day he pulled out a knife and I felt the apparent strings detach.   

Now I stand in the centre of four walls that someone worthy is trying to tear down. The lie is etched into each brick as a reminder to remain guarded of those who get too close – I love you, I’m in love with you, it’ll always be you.