"BABE-ing season is that time of year when you notice that all of your friends and social media acquaintances are all in relationships. Everyone around you have found a comfortable human being to switch big and little spoon roles with. To sit on the couch and "netflix and chill" with. To wake up with on a Sunday afternoon and voluntarily kiss each other in the mouth with full blown morning breath, crusty black rings under her eyes from last night's mascara, and his one too many beer gut. Note: Cuffing season can be so forgiving."
What is it really like to be MY BABE, though. Well, find out here.
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Did your Hotline Bling? Is your significant other confusing you, leaving you asking - What Do You Mean? Or maybe like Ellie Goulding, he's always on your mind? Or if you're unsure about you're feelings, you can pull The Weeknd and find someone so you can't feel your face with. It's getting a little chilly on our Eastern front. And we are all primitively instructed to search for warmth. Many times, that warmth means another human body. You may know this time of the year as "cuffing season" or even "baby-making season." But since three newborn babies on my Facebook timeline isn't representative of the world and I really can't afford to be god-mommy, yet, let's stick with my new label for this time of year -- BABE-ing Season.
BABE-ing season is that time of year when you notice that all of your friends and social media acquaintances are all in relationships. Everyone around you have found a comfortable human being to switch big and little spoon roles with. To sit on the couch and "netflix and chill" with. To wake up with on a Sunday afternoon and voluntarily kiss each other in the mouth with full blown morning breath, crusty black rings under her eyes from last night's mascara, and his one too many beer gut. Note: Cuffing season can be so forgiving. What a bittersweet time. Bitter for those who are still holding on to their summer single soirees. The only thing that will keep you warm now is all of those margaritas you downed in Bahamas because it formed an extra layer around your belly. Bitter for those in relationships because you're like everyone else. Your relationship is a trend. But listen, don't get angry with me. That was just a tease. This is actually one of my favorite times. It is a sweet, sweet time. Let's be honest, who the hell cares if your relationship happens to fall into a trend. But how did we all get here? How did I get here?
It's funny because during the Summer, I met all of these people, all of these potentials. Potential BABES, if you will. And as I slowly get out of my summer high, I notice how much smaller my circle is. I'm standing here in the physical transformation of the world to a transformation of my own circle of friends including an admittance of one BABE. The last one standing. And as an award, he gets to deal with me. He has to listen to my stories from beginning to end without missing a detail and occasionally stopping and drifting off to another topic only to come back and say, "wait, where was I going with this?" He has to stock his fridge with an endless supply of ice cream. He has to deal with reincarnate Satan when I tip past the "I'm hungry" to "%^#$ I'M HANGRY*SPITTING^FIRE@*". He has to hold my hand when I cross the street because I am a five year old child. He has to wake up with my Angelina Jolie leg out of the blanket and a dead weight human head on his chest. He has to keep up with my quick musical transitions in the car and groove to Future and then Mumford and Sons without missing a beat. He has to deal with my twenty-five best friends who are all opinionated but want nothing but the best for me. He has to deal with my off-beat and high energy, constant yearning to learn more, ask more, live more, eat more, and more more more. He has to stand next to me as I stare deep into a graffitied wall and just get it without judgement, only encouragement. He has to react to my 2am epiphany texts and screenshots of passages from the latest book, poet, or author that I'm obsessed with. He has to plan killing sprees on my latest enemies casually over orange juice and toast and then burst out laughing, stop, and then giggle into the next strange topic like Kylie Jenner's new lip color. Oh, he has to deal with my blue lips because I totally just bought that. BABE-ing season is as much about dealing with someone else as it is about that someone having to deal with your quirks voluntarily. Not so quick to volunteer anymore, huh? Ha.
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