Untethered and Unhinged: A Night to Remember

Lola Monroe

So, I had one of those nights—me, a glass of wine, and a playlist that could make a grown man weep. You know it’s fancy when you’re in your apartment, alone, and the biggest decision you’ve made is whether to order pizza or just eat the cheese out of the fridge. Spoiler alert: I went with the cheese. It's classy, right?

Lola Monroe

But I have to tell you, it was a glamorous kind of solitude. You know, the kind where you’re wrapped in a silk robe because ‘self-care’ is just another way of saying ‘I need to feel fancy while binge-watching Netflix.’ Like, ‘Yes, I’m alone, but look at me—I'm practically a movie star dealing with a heartbreak!'

Lola Monroe

And then there’s the knock at the door. I mean, who does that? Do people just knock on doors anymore? I felt like I was in a rom-com but without the cute guy—just me and my anxiety. I opened the door, and there he was! Alex, looking all drenched and devilishly handsome. I mean, it was like a scene from ‘The Notebook’ but with less rain and more awkward eye contact. So, of course! I panicked! ‘Of all the nights to look like a hot mess!’ I thought.

Lola Monroe

And let’s talk about the silk robe! Who knew a piece of clothing could make you feel like a queen? I put it on and instantly felt like I could conquer the world—or at least my left-over pizza. You ever wear a silk robe? It’s like being wrapped in a hug from a cloud. But it’s also incredibly deceiving because you think you look all chic, but trust me, the moment you sit down, you’re basically just a shiny burrito of regret.

Lola Monroe

And isn't it wild how we reclaim parts of ourselves after a breakup? Like, all of a sudden, I’m a silk robe-wearing goddess who drinks wine straight from the bottle. It’s self-care! ‘Oh, I broke up with Kevin? Time to put on my silk robe and pretend I’m living my best life. Next stop: existential crisis!’

Lola Monroe

I mean, dating today is like trying to find Wi-Fi in the middle of the woods. You’re out there, swiping left and right, looking for a connection, but all the signals keep dropping. And don't get me started on first dates. They’re like job interviews but with more awkward silences and way less pay. ‘So, what are your strengths?’ ‘Well, I can eat an entire pizza and still look cute. How’s that for a skill?’

Lola Monroe

And you know how it is when you meet someone new—you put on your best face, then they show up and you’re like, ‘Surprise! I’m not really like this. I just didn’t want you to see me in sweatpants and a questionable snack combo!’ Like, is it too much to ask for a little honesty? Just once I want someone to show up and be like, ‘Here I am! I’m also a total mess, let's revel in this chaos together!'

Lola Monroe

But you know what makes everything better? Wine! Who needs a dating app when you have a glass of rosé as your wingman? I went out the other night, and honestly, I started to think my wine glass was trying to set me up. ‘You want to talk to that guy? I got your back! Here’s another glass!’ I’m like, ‘Thanks, wine. But I think you’re trying to get me to just dance on the table instead.’

Lola Monroe

Billie Holiday has this way of making you feel your feelings, right? You’re there, sipping your wine, and she’s singing about heartbreak while you’re thinking, ‘Wow, I really should have bought that silk robe sooner!’ Suddenly you’re crying over your glass of wine like it’s the last chocolate in the box. Isn’t it funny how a little jazz can bring out the poet in us all?

Lola Monroe

And the city lights outside my window? They have this magical way of making you feel both alive and completely lost. You’re watching them flicker while thinking, ‘Am I supposed to be out there living my life? Or just staying in and judging people on Instagram?’ It’s a real dilemma, folks! Who knew adulthood would be just a constant battle between FOMO and the comfort of your couch?

Lola Monroe

So there I was, reconnecting with my past when Alex shows up. It’s like the universe was saying, ‘Hey, you want a little chaos with your self-discovery?’ And I’m like, ‘Sure, why not? I can have an existential crisis and a cute guy at the same time!’ It’s like a two-for-one deal on emotional roller coasters!

Lola Monroe

And there we are, standing in my doorway, both of us soaking wet from the rain, and I'm thinking, ‘Is this romantic or just really bad timing?’ Like, I don’t know if I should offer him a towel or suggest we both slip into something more comfortable—like a metaphorical bubble of safety! But hey, if life gives you a rain-soaked moment, you might as well dance in it, right?