Guess who's back … back again … yeah she's back … tell a friend.

… guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back. (Thanks Slim Shady.)

Why hello again lovelies. You guessed it … I am back-- for good. Which means yet another failed relationship is under my belt and I'm once again on the bathroom floor crying butt naked. I'm actually sitting very comfortably on my brand new couch in my brand new condo, butt naked. #imabigkidnow 

… with yet another failed relationship.

2 and 1/2 years ago, I began my dating blog to share my experiences of kissing frogs all along the way to finding my Prince charming. (You can see my very first post right below this one. I've taken down the other posts for the time being-- but will be incorporating them back into the blog when appropriate.) I was 23, a few months shy of 24. I would love to say that so much has changed for me in the love department in the last 2 and 1/2 years-- that I found Mr. Right, we fell in love, he moved in, proposed, and now we're planning a wedding for the spring. But it hasn't-- except for the fact that now there's a "Super Like" button on Tinder.

I still live by Kyoko Escamilla's words,

"Your 20's are your 'selfish' years. It's a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground."

But as I've officially entered the later part of my twenties- 26 to be exact- I start to wonder-- Does Mr. Right truly exist? Is there a Mr. Right, or does it all come down to Mr. Compatible?

After re-reading my first blog post, I can't help but chuckle at myself just a little over 2 years ago. I want to tell her-- buckle your seatbelt hun, it'll be a bumpy ride but it'll be so much fun. (And offer some well needed advice.)

A letter to my 23 year old self:

Hey sweets, it's me. Your older more wise 26 year old self who drinks rosé out of a crazy straw. The next two years is going to fly by. Time flies when you're having fun kiddo. Here's some tips that help you get through.

• Put the cheez-itz down. You'll regret all 56 boxes. I promise.
• The next guy you date is not going to be the one, neither is the next one, or the one after that. You'll break one of their hearts into a million pieces. And one of them will stomp on yours.
• Don't stop rock climbing. You're going to see views that will literally take your breath away.
• Get a credit card that will give you points for airlines. You'll get this amazing idea-- you'll want to see 30 countries by 30 … and you're on your way.
• Don't be scared to travel alone.
• Start collecting home decorating ideas-- you'll be on your own soon enough. (You'll always love pink.)
• Continue using anti-wrinkle cream.
• Be so grateful for your friends and family. No guy could hold a candle up to how much your family and friends love you. So if you need to choose between spending a Sunday afternoon with your family and friends or a guy-- always pick them.
• Long distance relationships don't work- for you. It will take a few for you to realize this- but the last one … you'll confirm that there's no way you can do it. No matter how much you adore him.
• That quote about your 20's that you live by … it'll be the 500 character count that you put on your Tinder profile.

It's a lot, I know. But you'll be just fine. Oh and one more thing-- DON'T GO SNOOPING THROUGH GUYS PHONES. You're not gonna like what you see.

xoxo

Your 26 year old self

PS. Stay tuned for the dating shenanigans. And you thought the last time I blogged was funny ...