Love in the BOI: Erika & Ray

 

Meet Erika & Ray.  Ray traveled to Spain to study Spanish, while Erika was in Spain volunteering to show Americans around. Their love for one another & Erika’s love for Boise lead to be a Love in the BOI story. 

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How did you all meet?

Back in 2010 Ray was studying  Spanish so he decided to study abroad in Spain. I was studying English so I decided to become a volunteer and help American students to integrate in my    city and show them around.  Ray was one of those American students. I had never met such a joyful person and we became best friends. Soon enough we fell in love and I decided to come to USA to keep studying English.
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We had a long distance relationship for 18 months until he finished college. After graduation,  we traveled the world together and lived in Colombia, Spain and Russia.  In 2015 we got engaged and he said : We can live anywhere in the world you want. I answered : Let’s go to Boise!
I had fallen in love with Boise since the very first day I visited it and here we have had the happiest days of our relationship.


Describe Your First Date.


Our first date was at my favorite beach in my Island  (Mallorca ).
We jumped cliffs and listened to Johnny Cash in the Ipod. I had always loved Johnny Cash but pretty  much no one knew him in Spain. When he chose Johnny Cash in the playlisy and imitated his voice , I knew I had found the one.
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What advice do You Have for those looking for love in Boise?

 

Try and find a partner in a place where a similar interest exists that will build your relationship over time: book shops, concerts, climbing gyms, fitness classes, etc. Bars are a natural go to, but the atmosphere often times doesn’t reflect an environment of “looking for something serious”.

And for people from around the area who think they already know everyone here, don’t lose hope! Boise is attracting droves of young people as of recently and there could be someone new coming to town just for you.

 



What is your favorite place to go (or thing to do) together as a couple? 

We love skying , taking interesting classes at Jump, enjoying the great outdoors and eating amazing food ! Our favorite places  are El Cafetal Colombian restaurant,  Wild Root, Parilla, and Bier 30. Oh and we love traveling!

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Love in the BOI: Sladja & Devin

 

 

To celebrate the month of love, I asked local couples to share their stories of how they fell in love in the City of Trees.

Meet Sladja & Devin. Here’s their BOI Love Story:

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How did you and Devin meet?

We met at a friends’ wedding; my friend Catalina and his friend Gabe were getting married. He approached me on the dance floor and complimented my outfit. We talked the remainder of the evening and exchanged phone numbers; he asked first of course.


Describe Your First Date.

Our first date was very simple and casual, my style. We went out to dinner to Matador, a local Mexican joint. We realized later that both of our favorite food was Mexican. We barely ate but instead talked for 2 hours getting to know one another. After dinner, we went to his place and watched a movie. We were inseparable from that moment on.


What advice do you have for those looking for love in Boise?

Don’t be so picky, but don’t settle either. What I mean by this is lose your “type” or the idea of a “perfect” person because it will limit who you meet based on your own judgement but don’t allow your character to be questioned based upon what you think the other person will like. Believe your worth because there’s only one of you and every person deserves love. People often, myself included, confuse lonely and alone. If you feel lonely, you’re better off being alone. I also truly believe you have to love yourself first before you can love someone else and allow them to love you back.


Where is your favorite place to go (or thing to do) together as a couple?

We love to go anywhere outdoors. We love to hike and/or backpack with our pups through the wilderness; one of our favorite spots is Stanley, ID. It’s one of our favorite ways to unwind and disconnect from the hustle and bustle of work and social media stress. For us, it’s the best way to spend quality time together and go back to basics.

 

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Sladja & Devin with their fur babies 

FYI – I enjoy Sladja’s instagram page and been following her for some time. I was even behind her in line when Bleu Bird Cafe closed a few weeks back. Make sure to give Sladja  a follow!


Do you have a Love in the BOI story? Feel free to email me at theboisebucketlist@gmail.com.

Dating in the BOI: Ms. Negative

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Dating in the BOI is BACK!

I know – it’s been some time. I just haven’t been really dating.

I go out.

I get a “wink” on my inactive Match (plow to get me to return)

I might get a “match” on that Tinder app.

Nothing blog worthy.

Till now.


 

From now on,  I’m switching up the game. I’m sharing YOUR dating stories in the BOI.  YOU have probably so many to share, and this is dedicated to you.

Today’s blog entry is about Ms. Negative.  Glenn went on a date with Ms. Negative, and this is his story…


 

App Used: Tinder

# of Dates: 1

Dater: Glenn, a 26 year old 6’2 white male living in Boise, Idaho


 

I’ve decided to write about the
dating life so that you can understand how freaking weird it can be.
Here are my wonderful stories.

I met Ms. Negative on Tinder (this will be a recurring theme), she was
Cuban, cute and claimed to be an actress. We matched up and then did
the typical tinder dance of texting and snapping each other for a week
to make sure we weren’t being catfished. Honestly everything seemed to
be looking pretty good, so we agreed to meet for dinner in The
Village[ of Meridian] .


We had agreed to meet at 7 so I showed up at 6:30 and
awkwardly sat in my car for 25 minutes and then called her to say

I had just shown up.


Surprisingly she didn’t answer my call so I shot
her a text in which she responded  lost my credit card. I can’t come. 

 

Alright… I wasn’t really expecting her to pay, but whatever.

 

I explained that to her that she wouldn’t be paying, but she claims she’d
still need it. Fair enough. Well,  20 mins later she finally finds her
credit card and I said I’d be willing to wait (1st hint that I should
have left). What I didn’t know is that she lived 45 minutes away, so
at around 8:30 she finally shows up.


We finally sat down at the bar to get a drink and she of course
orders the strongest and largest margarita I’ve ever seen. After the
first awkward 5 minutes she begins to open up. To most people this
would mean talking about your goals, your friends, school or whatever
other normal non crazy people talk about.

Nope, not even close.

Ms. Negative on the other hand decided to tell me about how she’s still in love with her ex, how she hates her parents, how she wishes she could afford to go to Australia and that Idaho is the worst  (2nd hint i should have left)


This goes on for a solid 15 minutes before I finally interject and ask if there’s anything positive happening in her life? She just claimed her life is the worst and that she couldn’t wait to leave this “shit hole state.”


 

During her entire negative and depressing monologue I
managed to share that I was getting ready to interview with the Police
Department the next week .


 

As the “date” (if you even wanna call it that) progressed so did her
consumption of margaritas. She was three deep and I could tell that
they were taking their toll. We continued to only talk about her for
another 35 minutes (3rd hint I should have left) when she says she’s
this was somewhat fun, but she was ready to leave. Now I should
explain it was in November in Idaho, so it’s like 14 degrees out. I
did the polite thing and walked her to her car. Classic me I had
parked on the complete other side of the village, so here I was
standing outside her car freezing my balls off.


She offered to give me a ride, but followed up with

Oh you’re trying to be a cop right? Is
it a problem that I have like a lot of drugs in my car

I said

oh like I get it everyone smokes weed, no worries.

She hit me with

nah like I have a lot of different things in there.

 

I got real sketched out and made a break for it.

No goodbye

No kiss

No hug

 

Just me making a b line for my car. You never realize how huge the village is
until you have to cross it in icy 14 degree weather. When I made it home safe and decided to ghost her (the old tinder cold shoulder), yet two days later she reached out to me to explain

I wasn’t the one for her

 

Right…


 

Well I wish Ms. Negativity nothing but the best in her journey for whatever she’s looking for and hey maybe she’ll find peace in Australia, her ex, all of the drugs in her car or margaritas that she apparently really likes.


 

For me I guess I’ll just
keep swiping right

 


 

Got a good dating story in the BOI? Submit your story anonymously HERE:  https://goo.gl/forms/nwRZ1znLxFJ26ylH3

Dating in the BOI: Mr. McNasty

Dates: ZERO

App used: Tinder

Status: Block & Deleted


So, it actually happened. I got attacked by the d&ckpics (disclaimer: creepy blog post below)

Yes, ladies and gentleman. The inevitable happened. I’m fortunate I have no recent experience dealing with the situation in which I’m going to describe to you. Nonetheless it was only a matter of time.


Here’s the backstory:

Back in January, I matched with someone on Tinder (the usual). It was a decent conversation, and he asked to exchange numbers.

I thought sure, why not?

We exchanged texts here and there, but the conversation exchange didn’t amount to anything substantive.


Fast-forward to last week:

Here I am at work in my office, typing away, answering emails, and minding my business. With my phone being locked, I see this text message from an unknown number.

Side note: This is a weird habit, but I don’t save numbers in my phone unless I deem it necessary. To illustrate: if a guy I meet on Tinder wants to exchange numbers, I don’t automatically save it in my contacts. It’s not until we have a good conversation, possibly an in-person meetup, is where I decide to add him to my contacts. I usually save it as John Doe (Tinder).

When I received this hey message, I’m thinking who the hell is this?!

I unlock my phone, and I noticed I had a prior exchange with a person from this number. I scrolled up to read all of the messages, and I still had no clue who I was talking to.

C’mon, it’s been since January 5th when we last spoke! Clearly he left no imprint on my life.

Before I had a chance to respond, here’s what happened next:

McNasty: I’m in Boise finally, dft right now?

Me: No response

McNasty: [Sends 1st d*ckpic]

McNasty: [Sends 2nd d*ickpic]

McNasty: [Sends 3rd d*ckpic]

I am not kidding you. While at work, I was bombarded with disgusting and unwanted photos from Mr. McNasty.  I elected not to respond because I didn’t want him to know this was still my phone number.

I logged into Tinder, and what do I see…, a message from McNasty:

McNasty: Hey, I sent you some d*ckpics, did you get them?

Me: No response

McNasty: It would be a shame if I sent them to the wrong number.

Me: [totally lying] That’s  not my number anymore. You blindly sent d*ckpics to a number? Why?

McNasty: Well, what’s your number?

Me: For what? So you can send me unwanted photos? No thanks.

McNasty: I thought you were DTF?

Me: Really? That’s interesting. Because we exchanged numbers? No thanks.

McNasty: Whatever. Have a great life.

Me: Thanks! I will have an awesome life


I quickly unmatched with McNasty and shrugged off that disgusting feeling.


Here’s what I have a problem with, and I hope readers take note. It has been more than 3 months since I last spoke to Mr. McNasty. Three months! During the course of three months, lots could have transpired:

  • New phone number
  • New boyfriend
  • I moved away
  • Got abducted by aliens

I am poking fun, but truth be told, this person did not even think to ask whether this was my number or not. He thought it was his right to send me photos of himself (3 disturbing photos, one where in the background you can see the bath-time toys of his child). It’s one thing if you and someone you’re dating/seeing/talking to  mutually agree to exchange nude photos; it’s another issue if such exchange was not agreed upon nor requested.


Over the past few months, I haven’t really been on any dating apps as much. The appeal of swiping right or another awkward date is slowly dwindling. Don’t get me wrong — I plan to still use Tinder, especially when I’m traveling these next few months.  I, however, will start believing in destiny & acknowledge I’ll meet the right person when the time is right.

Until then, I plan to keep going on dates, whether in the BOI or not.


 

How have you handled receiving inappropriate photos which you never requested? I’d love to hear how you dealt with it!


Stay tuned for another Dating in the BOI story!

Single in the BOI: Mr. Forgetful

Dating in the BOI has been an adventure, to say the least. From awkward first dates, to run-ins with people from my past, it sure isn’t boring here in the BOI.


For this entry, I changed it from Dating in the BOI to Single in the BOI because I’ll start sharing stories about my “Single Ladies” experiences when I go out.


Last month, it felt like I went to Fatty’s a whole lot. Maybe because it was 3 weekends in a row where I ended up at Fatty’s.

When I tell people I go to Fatty’s, the responses vary: some people respond with an immediate annoyed look, others say “I LOVE FATTY’S”, or I don’t really get a reaction. More like an indifference.  To me, any place which plays music, has room to walk around, and I can see a dancing Panda is a win.


On those three separate occasions, I ran into this one guy — I’ll call him Mr. Forgetful (keep reading, because I’ll tell you why he has this name).  Nothing really stood out about this one guy — he’s actually shorter than me, wears hoodies, and smells like cigarettes. BUT I’m a sucker for pretty smiles and a guy has his own way of being (not in a big crowd acting reckless and consistently bumping into me!)


Going against my norm, I smiled back at him prompting him to want to walk my way and give me a high-5. Yes, he gave me high-5. Not sure if this was out of nervousness or what. But I played along. Don’t want to knock down a high-5.


Later that night, I continued to dance in a solo fashion enjoying the sounds of the deejay. Mr. Forgetful approaches me, and this time he decides to… wait for it (in my Barney voice from HIMYM)..HUG ME.

Yes, this time he hugged me.


Honestly, I thought that was pretty cute gesture. It also made me realize how much he smelled like cigarettes (not really a fan of cigarettes).


As the night went on, he came back and we engaged in a conversation.  He asked me my:

  1. Name
  2.  Where I’m from (he’s not from Boise)
  3. If I come to Fatty’s often

I told him my name probably more than once. But who is counting.


The following weekend, who do I see at Fatty’s? Yes, Mr. Forgetful. No, this isn’t where he forgets who I am. He actually remembered. Instead of a hug or a high-5, this time he extended his arm out and gave me a casual greeting. While doing that he yells out I remember YOU!


This time, I didn’t stay out long and only wanted a temporary escape by listening to music at Fatty’s. When I did see him, we danced together for a bit (side note: I’m proud that I got over my own insecurities when dancing with someone shorter than me; he’s probably 5’8 or shorter. I’m noticeably taller given I’m 5’10).


This hi/bye game was what happened the third time I saw him at Fatty’s.


This is when he became Mr. Forgetful.


When I went to the Egyptian Theater for Valentine’s Day to see When Harry Met Sally, I recognized a familiar face. Mind you, some weeks had past since I last saw him. After giving the young lady my entry ticket, I saw Mr. Forgetful working at the Egyptian. With some seconds passing, Mr. Forgetful turns and says to me oh, don’t I know you from somewhere?

Mmmmkayyyy.

Do you know me from somewhere?


Hey buddy — it’s not like I’ve seen you at so many places in Boise. I’ve never bumped into you at any other place but Fatty’s. Yet, it’s challenging for you to remember me. Even my friend was like really? She remembers me talking about Mr. Forgetful when we went out to Fatty’s together. He even walked by us that one night.


I did what anyone would do — greeted him by his first name, and I reminded him we’d met at Fatty’s.


You know what he did? Walked around where he was stationed while working, and he decided to hug  me.

Kinda awkward.

So here’s the scoop. He doesn’t probably remember me because :

  1. He wants to come off as aloof and un-bothered.
  2. He may have been under the influence during out 3 separate conversations, including me mentioning my name at least 3 times (my thoughts & reason).
  3. Or, he’s that forgetful

Overall, I thought it was entertaining.


You’re probably asking whether I genuinely expect someone to remember my name after meeting/talking in a nightclub. Honestly — yes, yes I do. Regardless of whether I’ve meet you at Fatty’s, at Albertson’s, or while at a professional event. I try to remember names & faces, especially if it’s more than one occasion I see you.

I haven’t seen him since the Egyptian, and I really don’t plan on seeing him anytime soon. Don’t get me wrong, I do plan on going to Fatty’s and enjoy an amazing night out.


I might just become inflicted with selective amnesia next time I happen to see him.


Single Boiseans: what do you do when someone doesn’t recognize you after a few exchanges?

 

 

 

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