Welcome: Why Write This?
Isn’t it time someone talked about what it’s like to date behind the velvet ropes…
Welcome to Seeing the Hills: an anonymous dating diary featuring a rotating cast of professional athletes, musicians, tech tycoons, and the occasional Oscar nominee.
All names (and some details) have been changed to protect both my anonymity and theirs. This allows for full transparency…and a little mystery. Feel free to guess if some of these guys sound familiar though 🤭
These aren’t tell-alls. Some stories will have champagne and scandal; others will be quieter. Moments that mattered to me, even if they’d never make TMZ. I’m here to show you the men behind the headlines, not just the headlines themselves.
As a woman in my thirties, I’ve had my share of love stories — some more “love” than others. I guess I’ve decided to write here as a way for me to connect the dots between where I started and where I am now. Over the years, there have been many lessons learned, and the idea of processing them aloud is appealing. Perhaps, as time goes on, this will shape into a study in modern power dynamics disguised as dating stories.
I have no expectation that anyone will ever read this, but if you do? Cool. I hope you take something from it… or at least be entertained for a few minutes.
One thing worth noting before we begin: I have no “type.” If you lined up all the men I’ve dated you wouldn’t see carbon copies of the same man. From the hot to the not-so-hot, sweet to scary, tall to short, and everything in between — they are all represented. There are some that I never thought I’d get over (but don’t tell them that), and some that took the trash out themselves when they left.
I’m going to put it all out there: everything I felt before, during, and after. The messy parts, the magnetic parts, and the moments that still haunt me.
Sure, I’m beautiful*. But in a city full of beautiful women, there’s something else — something harder to name — that keeps these men coming back.
Maybe it’s my timing. Maybe it’s my boundaries. Maybe it’s the way I make them feel disarmed without even trying.
Keep reading. We’ll figure it out together as the stories continue to unfold in real time.
*Can we normalize women owning the fact that they’re beautiful instead of it making them unlikeable?
