Lost In Romance: Preface

Dear my fellow wanderers,

Omg, welcome back!

Well, technically you probably never left. The posts are right after one another.

But anyway, I’m glad to still have you with me.

Welcome to the first part of my 20’s.

Yes, I know the title said romance.

Honestly, that's the true start of my 20’s. It was the catalyst for my many downfalls, the contributor to the L’s I’ve taken, and also the start of my ongoing healing journey.

I do want to give some background before I start my many life stories.

I will say that I am 6’0 ft tall and have always been tall my entire life. The height is important here, guys.

To tell you the truth, I’m not quite sure if I am 6’0 currently.

According to 6'0 men, I surpass them by one to two inches. I feel like one of us has to be lying. It can’t be me (but it might be). I refuse to change my height to 6’1 or 6’2. Because… No.

So, to men I identify as 6’0, but sometimes to women, I like to say I’m 6’2 as their reference point.

You know, men love adding two inches to something they don’t have, so when it comes to my friends, I will tell them nope, he’s lying, because that’s my height right now.

Men lie so much about their height that I have made a rule.

Since online dating and arguing with my cousin about his height (He thinks he’s 6’0 and I'm 6'2. To each their own, truly),

I have to minus two off of every guy's profile.

I am also plus-size and an extroverted-introvert with really poor social skills.

I am bilingual and a half queen (half equipped in Spanish) but fully equipped with being able to speak Haitian creole.

I am also the eldest daughter in a Haitian household.

Imagine the trauma, guys. I wasn’t born in America, so I’m the immigrant child my family brought for a better life.

Now that you have a general idea of the awkward author. We can begin reading about my chaotic life journeys through romance.

​Yours truly,

Marie-Anne