The Blonde Fox

A psychic once told me that 2008 would begin a year of many changes. She told me I would find a job in writing and I'd get into a serious relationship. She told me to be careful and warned me that a close friend wasn't really a friend at all. She told me that I would make "ok" money in 2008, but "really good" money in 2009. Lastly, and with much reassurance, she told me I would be safe and healthy, and my family would be too.

The idea of seeing a psychic has always been hoaxy to me, but let's be honest, who hasn't been intrigued by the idea of a fortune teller at least once in their lifetime. I believed nothing she said and I continued living my life. Little did I realize that the things she told me started coming true. Was it because this women was right? Did she have that power or was it because I subconsciously made them come true? The truth isn't important here. The important part is that they all happened.

Here we are, two years later. I work in Public Relations. I was in (and out of) a serious relationship. I lost one of my best friends (and made amazing new ones), and I saved some money. What was next? Buy an amazingly cute brand new Mini Cooper or buy a house?

I began looking for a house. I wanted something quaint and full of character. After being a complete pain in the ass to my lovely realtor, and friend, I found the perfect spot. It even had a pool.

After spending nearly every weekend throughout the summer at Orlando's Red Fox Lounge and pool, a good friend deemed the new place, "The Blonde Fox." In time, you'll get to know each of the blondes (and brunettes, too).

xo,

Lindsay

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