The Dallas Doodle: Beginnings

I'm a hybrid of sorts that hasn't quite grasped the importance of my own identity, but the little bits and pieces I have come to understand is revolved around those around me. Ironic, I know. Being a 20 something minority in one of the nation's most undermined pretentious cities has forced me to become a raging socialite that wakes up one too many times in unidentified beds. I come from a conservative and strict family that lives in the suburbs of Dallas not too far from my uptown apartment, and went to college at a private university in the heart of the city. I now live in downtown, work in the burbs, and waste my weekends away in a pointless, drunken binge. I'm the kind of girl that should probably be on the Dirty but has slipped through the cracks somehow, and should probably be dating an extremely wealthy socialite but hasn't quite reached that level of shallowness. You've probably seen my friends and I gallivanting through the streets of Dallas numerous times, bouncing around in our tight dresses and high heels. While I sound like I don't have any problems landing a dude and could very well be dating a wealthy socialite that hangs out at ZaZa, I really do want a fairy tale ending like every other girl. People have labeled my friends and I as gold diggers, but have failed to realize that each and every one of us is successful at our very own right. Each night that I go out and repeat the same process as the night before just seems to validate the theory that this city is growing and shrinking at the same damn time. In the spirit of moving forward, I'm going to share my experiences in this city in hopes that I can give those around me a laugh with my day to day shenanigans. For the sake of my lovely friends, I'll keep identities of those involved confidential.


Love,

Ana