After a brief hiatus, the Kyle Chronicles are BACK. And we’re taking LA by storm with Chappy.
Albert Einstein once said, “life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” As I packed up my last cardboard box full of my prized nonstick pots and pans, I was finding out that moving was something not to be taken lightly – but I wasn’t feeling very balanced yet. I was leaving my beachside abode because my lease was expiring, and was moving all of my belongings into a storage facility before moving in with Jack. By the way for those who live in Australia, I will leave here some Storage providers that can help you out. Cohabitating with Jack was a temporary decision until I found a new domicile, and though I was extremely stressed out about the entire process of moving everything I owned into a storage facility, I was also kind of excited to be moving in with him. I was…
That summer was one of the best summers ever. I took Jack to the Hamptons, we went to Chicago to visit friends (my first time there), weekends were spent sunning ourselves in Laguna, going to pool parties in the Hollywood Hills – in short, it was everything that summer should be; fun, carefree, and happy. Jack surprised me one Sunday afternoon by taking me jetskiing (another first for me) on our way back from Laguna Beach one weekend. I could not have been more excited. It was something I had always wanted to do. We hopped on the jetski and as soon as we hit the open water, took off, cutting across the glassy surface of the ocean at top speeds, laughing and screaming the entire time. Pure bliss. At one point, we hit the wake of a large yacht that had only crossed our path seconds before, and as…
Aiden was proving to be someone that was hard to get over. It had been months since we ended things, yet still I had this yearning to see him. He had since moved on and found himself a boyfriend, which by all accounts social media-wise, looked like he was blissfully happy. Our relationship had ended with me wanting more, so saying goodbye was hard for me. It was like watching a TV show that ends with a cliffhanger and doesn’t get picked up for another season, so for all you know, the hero of the show is still dangling off that proverbial cliff. And that was me. Clutching on for dear life to a cliff I knew I’d never be able to climb back on top of. Jack, of all people, asked me something in a moment of trying to comfort me one day that stuck with me, even to…
Over the month-long winter break, Jack and I had become basically inseparable. We were going out together constantly, spending time together, really becoming closer in whatever undefinable “thing” our relationship was. I knew Aiden needed space to figure out what he wanted us to be, so I was giving it to him, though part of me couldn’t wait to see him as soon as he returned to Los Angeles. Upon his return, we went for a lovely hike in Malibu and I invited him to an alumni event that my college was hosting in LA. While there, my friend/college crush/college fling, Caroline, whom had also relocated to LA, had the chance to meet Aiden, which I was more than thrilled about. Caroline is a diminutive, bubbly, outgoing Italian girl who always has an opinion and is never afraid to speak it. I hadn’t come out to her yet, though, so…
Ah, Christmas in LA. Summer sunshine, eighty degree weather, pool parties decorated with Christmas trees…expecting the stereotypical winter wonderland is like looking for meaning in a Jim Carey movie; even though you know you won’t find it, you foolishly find yourself expecting it to happen. Aiden had decided to go back to the midwest to see family. Jack was spending the holiday with some friends, while I had committed to head to San Diego to visit family members whom I hadn’t seen in a while. It had been a month since Aiden and I had gone on our 11/11 date. He had set up a special evening on November 11th (11/11) because of our special time, where we had a really nice dinner and spent quality time together, enjoying each other’s company in a blissfully happy way that seemed too good to be true. It was perfect. However, in the…
Things with Aiden were going great. In just a few short weeks together, he had helped me move into a new apartment (while he moved into my old one), I was getting the chance to meet his friends and spend time with them – further giving me insight into who he was, and we even texted each other every day at 11:11 – the time of day when you’re supposed to make a wish for something. Because I was so happy being with him, there really wasn’t anything I wished for, romantically at least, so in a sense, he offered me a fulfillment that was new, comforting, and happy. I was still seeing Jack, though our physical relationship had taken a brief hiatus because of Aiden, and yet, whenever I was around him, I’d get feelings. You know the ones. I’d become all swoon-y and get butterflies; even hanging out…
Life is all about choices. Six months had passed with Jack and I was happier than I had been since moving to Los Angeles – maybe even happier than I had been in five years. I was choosing to spend my time with someone I cared deeply for, and with that relationship I also inherited a slew of new, amazing friends that I was thrilled to see every day. However, though I was having the time of my life and though my feelings were strong, I wasn’t letting myself become waylaid by the “details” of what Jack and I were. We had our thing together and it made me happy. And no one had to understand it but us. Though, as all relationships do, both friendship and romantic, there comes a time for progression. People become closer and relationships jump to the next level. While Jack and I were becoming…
After you find yourself in the company of great new friends, there are always stories that they reflect fondly upon that involve friends you haven’t met yet. For Jack’s group of friends whom I had come to call my own, the adventures weren’t just stories, they were legends. And they often involved a gorgeous, busty, and hilarious model named Lulu. Lulu was an Australian bombshell who rose to fame with her appearance on countless magazine covers. I had been regaled with wild stories from Jack as to her wild ways and their adventures together and I was thrilled when I heard that she was coming to LA to visit. I had returned from the Hamptons after almost three weeks away, which gave me time to clear my head about the Jack situation. I asked him to dinner when I returned and we laughed, ate, had a ball, and everything went…
In Los Angeles, when you’re an attractive twenty-something with the world at your fingertips, going out to nightclubs and bars is commonplace. Nay expected. Gone are the days when house parties ruled supreme as the obligatory entertainment vehicle, but that’s not to say that I didn’t miss them. After all, what’s more fun than getting white-girl-wasted, doing keg stands, and hooking up with random people, only to wake up to a living room full of strangers? It was Ryan’s birthday, you know, Jacks’ friend who smashed his head on the bottom of a pool in Laguna Beach? For the event, Jack and Sam decided to host a shindig in Ryan’s honor at their apartment. I naturally made friends with every party guest, save for Ryan’s imposing, obnoxious boyfriend and the antisocial mood he clung to like a leech. Before I knew it, Jack had refilled my drink multiple times and…
Hot sun. Burned skin. Sand between my toes. Refreshing ocean swims. Summertime had officially begun and I couldn’t have been more excited. I always looked at summer as a fresh start; leaving all the uncertainties of the past behind in order to embark on a brand new season that exudes carefree fun, this iis something mos of people like to do , but what the famous people like to do at sportsmole.co.uk you can find this info. I had been talking to Jack, texting mostly, after our meet-cute on the yacht and had even gone to visit him after my Writer’s Group one night. He texted one afternoon and invited to come to Laguna Beach the next day to celebrate Memorial Day Weekend. I agreed, thinking I might bring a friend along with me, possibly to see if ever the slightest amount of jealousy would crop up on Jack’s behalf,…
Jack: “Does everyone here think you’re straight?” Kyle: “Yeah. And I am. Little curious though.” Jack: “Ohhh haha ok ;)” Kyle: “Haha, but you’re a good looking guy” Jack: “Ha well thx. You too” Kyle: “You should come over” The above is the first conversation I ever had with “Jack”. I had just given him my phone number and we were on a yacht, playing footsie, at sunset. Cute, right? Hours before, I just unwittingly unhinged myself from a semi-dependent friendship – or rather, a complicated relationship with another person – because of an article I had written on this very blog that completely outraged him into never wanting to speak to me again. He was done; tired of being hurt by me, a person that would never reciprocate the same feelings toward him. And also probably hurt by the fact that I admitted I wanted to date girls again.…