The Girl Behind the Whiskey

Jamie Varon is the type of person who feels extremely awkward talking or writing in the third person, because it’s slightly narcissistic. I mean, everyone knows Jamie is the one typing this description and are we supposed to pretend that she’s not? That she hired someone to write this page? No, my friends, we’re not.

So, hi. How’s it going? I’m Jamie. I’ve come to the startling conclusion that I actually cannot function without coffee being pumped into my veins. I tell everyone that I drink it so much because I like the taste, but who am I kidding? I’m totally addicted and you should probably know that from the start.

Currently, I’m living in San Francisco with my roommate slash codependent life partner slash best friend slash business partner slash MY ENTIRE LIFE. I write a column about dating in San Francisco for an LA-based technology news site and if that description didn’t make your brain explode, then you’re probably a robot. And, in that case, whoa, awesome, thanks for reading, because I hardly ever get robots who want to read about dating and crushes and all that stuff. I would think the PERK of being a robot is that you’re programmed to be logical and don’t have to deal with feelings, but I DI-FREAKING-GRESS.

By day, I’m a web designer who specializes in pimping the hell out of awesome people’s blogs. By night, I’m actually still a web designer, but I dream of being a memoirist and so, please, do not tell me about the success of Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love because I’M AWARE and it gives me the worst case of the jealousies I’ve ever experienced.

I believe in the power of defining moments; the moment when you’ve made a decision so momentous that you know, unequivocally, that it will propel you into something greater. Like when I bought a one way ticket to Rome last September and spent three months living abroad. While there, I learned that what makes my heart stop in a passion-inducing way is traveling and you’d now be hard-pressed to find a time where I’m not planning my next trip.

But then, of course, there are the small things that make life interesting. Like the taste of the best gelato I’ve ever had (San Crispino near Fontana di Trevi in Rome). Or, laughing until I need to pee. Or, finding someone who’s crazy fits well with my crazy. Or, flirty banter that makes my head spin, my heart jump, and my ladysmith black mambazzo tingle.

Bottom line: on this blog, I’m the most honest version of myself, to a point where my mom will email me telling me I should be a bit more “innocent” or “PG-13″ which is adorable, but HAS SHE MET ME?

That awesome photo of me is by Benjy Feen. Tell him you think I look pretty, will ya?