I've never set out to deliberately hurt someone. I'm sure that's contrary to belief of some of the stars of this blog, but it's the God's honest, swear on a stack of 17 magazines truth. I guess this is a safe space for me to reveal possibly my greatest insecurity while dating... Unless you're going to use it against me too. I guess we'll see... Wouldn't be the first time. This insecurity remains after 2 and 1/2 years of dating, especially in my cereal dating style, Lucky Charms that turned out to be missing the four leaf clover and the red balloon, Cocoa Puffs that didn't turn the milk, and Fruity Pebbles, which I recently received an additional helping of. The thing is, I possess little confidence that I'll be able to keep a guy once I have him, because I have very beautiful friends and more than a handful have fallen for or hit on my friends. Specifically, my roommate, one of the best friends. The blonde that's in all the double dates that never work out but, we never learn oh, that's her; guys trip over me for her. If you've read just two of the double date mini-series, you would see proof is in the pudding. Oh, do I sense foreshadowing? That may be our dessert. Let's find out in sabotage... After a word from our sponsors. Do you poop out at parties? Well, I have disclosed this insecurities with several of the guys have gotten close to. Usually, it's in a moment of weakness or vulnerability. All three of these suitors pursued her after things went awry with us. One of them one is far too confess it was deliberately to hurt me. My eyes grew to the size of the Great Pumpkin. If only Linus Could See Me Now. Good thing I didn't have his blanket though, I probably would have strangled the person who uttered these words. The person that lied and swore he didn't reach out to her to hit on her butt to make amends with me and to convince her to give convince me that he deserves another chance. First of all, what would make him think she's my keeper? She has no power here, be gone before someone drops a house on you too! Secondly, he admitted to lying and to deliberately hurting someone in one breath? Is he stable? Who would admit that and expect things to go well? He did. I actually talked with my best friend about it today, whom said she would never deliberately hurt someone and that's where this blog post stemmed from. Yes I've gone on a lot of dates, yes some of them wanted to pursue something long-term and I was just in it for fun. Yes, I talked to many of them at one time. I never lied about it, but I never sketched it on a name tag. Yes I unmistakingly lead some of them on. Yes I was indecisive about what I wanted at the expense of their feelings. But I wanted to give it a fair try. I didn't want to end things without shadow of a doubt that it wouldn't work between us or it wasn't something worth working toward. Yes I ghosted some in the beginning until I learned how it felt and swore I'd never do that again. Yes I've used the excuse that I'm just not looking to date seriously and then started talking to someone seriously. Yes! A thousand times yes I could have been better.. But I never initiated things with the intent of getting them to fall for me and me retracting. I never plan to fall.... Sometimes I could follow through with that and other times I couldn't quite hit the mark. Intentions say a lot about a person; I think people should be more intentional with them. Think them through and the repercussions of such intentions, especially if the other person isn't made aware of them. If you're wanting friends with benefits, but don't convey that in words, the other person may be a whole different mind track. I've been there and it was very messy-- And I was actually the one with the friends with benefit mind-track! The second guy hit on Tiffany after things didn't work out with me just like me and did it in a very disrespectful way to hurt. He was headband boy if you recall. But the third one is the one that still perplexes me. He's the one that busted me on the blog and was very hurt at the things I wrote. I don't blame him. I can't imagine what people would say about me and the way I acted on dates, especially is my history. And I'm sure I wouldn't want it to be out there because at the end of the day, reluctant to say, I do care what people think. I think this guy didn't necessarily thirst for revenge, but wanted to retaliate. He wanted to shoot back. After all, the easiest way to get over someone is rage. If he's disgruntled with me, my actions, and my essence, it will be easier to swallow good times we had.... eventually writing them off completely. Of course, Tiffany didn't oblige so nothing came of it, but we both knew the intention behind that course of action. I felt betrayed. I felt like my secret was now put on display in the Middle School cafeteria with a megaphone. Maybe that's how he felt with his four blog posts and now shout out. He actually has five blog posts, which I'm fairly certain he read the fifth one because I received a text several hours later. I couldn't bare to reply, but we both know there's no turning back. I think there's sabotage potential and all of us. When we want something, but we're not sure it's good for us or not sure we deserve it if we have misaligned self worth, we sabotage it. Lock ourselves out an opportunity for good. We sit ourselves in a fridge so we can think about what we've done and when we come out, we can't have that one thing we wanted. I think to some extent, all three of these guys sabotaged things because, even if I came crawling back to them, there may have been a shot. Or, I could be totally off my rocker here, ....But by using my vulnerability, which I exposed timidly but trustingly, it disintegrated any chance of me groveling back to them. I have no problem groveling if it's necessary. I groveled in my longest relationship about a year in. I'll fight for things I desire, but I have enough worse to not fight for someone who could possibly devise a plan to inflict harm on me or someone I love. I'm not trying for some pudding and Harley kind of love, so here's a chocolate mousse how to keep things light and sabotage any dessert refrain.
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Why do I continue to do this? It all starts out the same. Beautiful, stunning, wow your eyes, as they stare into them intently with a longing. A seemingly affectionate glow then tainted by the words: I want you so bad. That's it. That's the phrase right there that translates: run (v). I know it. That's the phrase that makes me no more desired then a lustful venture. Temporary and fast, that's what I am ... to three of them now.
No. More in the self-loathing, shame-stirring type of way. The way that makes you want to drown your hollow shell. Keep feeling it. And although I'm sure you're dying to know if I'm a freak and to what degree, the ways our bodies synchronize or don't, and if you'll want this again or if it was a mistake... I am panicking. I fear this is all some men see when they look at me. Especially when they look at me that way and say those words-- instantly, I've been launched into the 20's where I'm just a pretty face but, my words aren't warranted and my presence isn't allowed without male supervision. I wish this illustrated my pouting stance, but I'm not quite as fabulous. The reason I allowed this phrase to affect me is, because these are guys that meant something. Made me feel something and then made me feel nothing. My emotions are depleted and it makes me want to take a hiatus. Beyond the walls of a simple compliment is feelings less than lucky. No one's feeling lucky cake
Whatever you adore or seek most in life is something you should constantly be in pursuit of. -datesandcakes Forget "raindrops on roses" and "brown paper packages tied up with string," frolicking past familiar lines (state, map, country) is one of my favorite things. It is quite possibly my favorite! So why, might I ask, would I jeopardize that for a possible romantic interest? Would I really let a guy hinder that? Or is a date with an opportune companion something I could pursue while exploring new cities?
If you're experiencing mediocre dates and subpar conversations, then your most valuable non-renewable resource is slipping through your fingers like sand in an hourglass. Stop wasting your time, spending it with people that don't deserve it... Even if that's just the man upstairs or a good friend on the other line of a phone. I'm speaking from personal experience for allowing boneheads to consume my time like lust leeches. So, I sought out better. I wasn't afraid of conversation with guys from the windy city, the big apple, or the big d (city not actually.... I mean, is that really something to fear? Come on now;)Dates are intended to present a comfortable and enjoyable (hopefully, gosh!) platform to absorb rays of a person's personality. Thus providing you data to review and determine if they are a person you wish to pursue and continue engaging with. If you are undecided, like I was the first two years of college, you may take a leap of faith or walk away, never looking back. If you are intrigued, well, hopefully you'll find even more engaging activities to partake together. This person you're trying to learn from the ground level should have a similar desire to learn you. Hold up, Stephanie! I'm on Tinder.. I really should be lucky to have a guy not have a weird fetish or have a girl that doesn't unleash her crazy on the first date.... A travel date is much too much of a skyscraper standard. Why though? Would you spend time with friends that ONLY ever wanted to do what peaked their interest? Would you waste rolls of quarters on ski-ball if you couldn't care less if the ball hit 100 or the girl with the bad extensions behind you? You should never feel that something that will bring you utter happiness is unattainable. Realism must be acknowledged, but that's why honesty and hobbies are something to express prior to even agreeing to a first date. You may save yourself some heartache or guys, some money, if there's opposing views colder than the polar (bears, santa's workshop, bi). So, it's a mystery to uncover if they believe you're worth getting to know. Then, it will be natural to try to engage in activities you like, because they'll value doing things with you to make you smile. Don't settle for Netflix and chill. Both teams deserve someone that cares about their interest in about where they're going in life. I've been to the magical world of Disney, San Antonio River Walk, Miami Beach, Fredericksburg German Town, and Myrtle Beach for dates. Not to mention the projected Maine trip for my best friend and I, Disney Park-Hopper date, and a spontaneous trip to one of the great lakes. These seem farfetched but, each one of these guys learned that my values lie in adventures and not diamonds, roses, or manicures. If I can find people that take the time, anyone can. I found the recipe most suiting is the copycat recipe of the poster child cookie of traveling! ....or hotels at least.DoubleTree Cookie Recipe
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Single Bell, Mingle Bell, Single Bell Rock She's got no ring but it ain't no thing. Movies and cocktails and cruising 'round town Dont' let feelings bring you down Single Bell, Mingle Bell, Single Bell Rock Mingle around the blockkkkk. Date Chris Cringle and Jack Frost- you'll see, That's the Cringle Bell Rock. What a bright time, it's the right time, to date your time away. Single? Swell time, opportune time, go venturing through the state. Single Bell, Mingle Bell, Single Bell Rock Mingle around the blockkkkk. Date Mr. Bingle and Rudolf, you'll see, That's the Single Bell- that's the Jingle Bell- that's the Mingle Bell Rock! It's the most wonderful time for a beer. Skip the tinsel and shopping And start the bar hopping, To bring on the cheeeeeeer! It's the most wonderful time to drink beer. Your name doesn't have to be carol to sing 'em!You hear those shakers shaking and cookies baking oooo-oooo! It's lovely weather for a tini together or two. Because the leaves are falling and dates are calling yoo-whoo! It's lovely weather for a tini together or two. Giddy up, Giddy up, Giddy up, let's go, In the south there's no snow We'll hop in a kayak and we'll gooooooo. Giddy up, Giddy up, Giddy up, it's grand, Just hold someone's hand. He won't stay past the season, but that's okay Our cheeks are nice and kissable but hopefully not too miss-able ooo We're snuggled up together but he'll change with weather ooo. Come they told me ba rump bump bump bum. I'm going to the club to shake-a my bum. He's furthest from a king ba rump bump bump bum. But he'll buy you a drink ba rump bump bump bum rump bump bump bum rump bump bump bum. And your drinks you'll clink rump bump bump bum Then that's done. Even though I'm not single this Christmas season, I found these parodys (by yours truly) quite entertaining.
So it dawned on me, after roughly 120 blog posts of atrocious, humorous, perplexing, or in the rare occasion nice dates that everyone has their own just as entertaining. I'm accepting date tell-alls... apply within ;) This story was a humorous one told to me over the phone. I laughed the whole time with her use of inflection, so hopefully it can be construed in a whimsical light... or at least flashlight. "So what are you doing after work?" "Going home and staying in with the pups." "Oh! Wanna go to lunch?" No... did you not just-- "Well, I don't have money to do that; I'm just going to fix something at-" "Come to lunch with me. My treat.'" Sigh. Why can't I tell people no? [Went to lunch and shared gumbo and popcorn shrimp] "So, where to next?" "Well, I'm going home." "Okay, cool! I'll just follow you." What? NO! "Okay, dude." "Yeah, I noticed you were in pajamas." Yeah, because I want you OUT OF MY HOUSE I said yes to lunch, not 8 hours of hanging out with you! Mistake. Guess what we ended up doing? WALKING AROUND THE MALL. Then Pinkberry and then a chocolate shop. Hold up~ someone say chocolate? I may not be so opposed if this is it... but that wasn't it. We stroll back to my house, with his car blatently parked out front. Homeboy does not get in his car. Homeboy comes inside. I got back in my pajamas and he is NOT taking hints. He sat on my couch and ate MY chocolate. That's the thing about people buying stuff for you Gets up and puts his hat on. "Oh, you're heading out?" "No. I'm hanging with you like I said I would." What business do you have here? I think your work here is done. You've driven me out of my mind. "So what are doing with the rest of your night?" We just ate a pound of chocolate, walked around the mall, you consumed my day- I want to go to sleep! "I'm probably gonna call it a night, dude." Honestly, for your safety: please leave. I was done with him since 2pm and it is now 7. Rustling with the bag of chocolate, he removed some and slipped them into a napkin he must have had in his pocket. "I had a really good time today..." I know his ass isn't leaning in for a kiss. As he advanced towards me, I slapped a hug on him and opened my door. "See you at work tomorrow." Saving my eye roll for when the door was closed, I forced a "ha, yeah." Tart Date Whom Tried To Be SweetIngredientsCrust
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Just because I wrote about you, doesn’t mean I don’t care. I didn’t set out to hurt or humiliate or lie. It’s my way of coping. It’s my way of writing my way through this crazy little thing called love. It will break you if you let it and so, I try to stay occupied and running (not literally. eww.). Running from you, the life you’ve built, and the glimpse of a fantasy that I could ever be a real part of it. I know my story contains details you’d prefer to omit and perspectives you’ll never understand. There’s feelings I’ve never portrayed, emotions you’ve never seen, and hesitancies I never inferred. Why? Because our time would have been spoiled; the sooner you saw that, the faster you’d leave. I’m sorry we’ve become Fahrenheit 451. Part of me wishes I knew all your pages and you could have written in some of mine. Instead, we allowed reality to lick our ink and consume our bindings. Climbing into the night, our fumes were the only part of us that danced, really danced. And our ashes were scattered too quickly, mostly by your last words. My sighs were the only things I could manage to send your way. With a heavy heart, I must accept it’s over. Not like my favorite Mario game with a reset, but truly irreconcilable. I don’t regret what was never officially referred to as “us.” If you do, I pray I never learn of it. Please take care and please know that you were not just a date on a blog post or a peg in a board game. I know, I know, you don’t believe me. Your frustrations are justified and retaliations maybe to some extent. Although I was never yours, we had something; you had a part of me… and I don’t really have the heart to ask for it back. So, loathe me a little less tonight and know that you matter. To quote my favorite living band, “thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories.” Almost Yours, Steph Not the "Pie" for me.... Coconutty Merignue
I've been asked numerous times if the guys I've dated have ever stumbled upon my blog. There has been one or two instances in the past where they have and were kind of indifferent about what they read... I thought I was being sly by giving a guy that we were both feeling each other and things were going well my Medium writing account, because it exhibits my writing, but not necessarily my blog (which is nitty-gritty details of specific encounters with guys and my reactions). Well... Silly me forgot that in my profile on Medium, is a beautiful, quick and easy link to my blog. Upon combing (fine-tooth) through, he found not one but four blog posts about him. Of course, there's a matter of perspective, but that's not what got me in the most trouble. It was the fact that minor details from one of the other blog posts was skewed or left out when I told him in person. I never claimed to be an angel.. But I do feel a little remorse for this. Mama didn't raise a liar, but it's kind of survival the fittest out their special in the dating world, so I have been guilty of withholding a couple troops. I never deliberately say it another way but... They're apples and oranges aren't they? So obviously, my little catholic-self needs to go to confession, but also I feel bad that he saw the real me. Which is something, I guess, I shouldn't feel....
The real me is someone I should let everyone see, but then what's the fun in that? You're not as likable and charming. So, I'm learning the great balancing act. This particular date's reaction triggered something in me. Flashing back to September, a crystal clear encounter, paralleled to this one emerged. My reaction of a guy that never met me, but uttered those three little words returned to me. Astonished that I was reading those words from practically stranger, I did what I do best and pushed him away and told him he only liked the parts of me I allowed him to see. I didn't completely believe that when I told him... it was more of an escape route. Which in Runaway, is something I mentioned. But, with this one, finding the not-so-white-lace-side of Stephanie and my player ego via blog, I realized there was some validity to it. Do I do that with everyone? Is there a certain side of me that each person, contingent on their personality and their tolerance level I review and give a dose of this, a pinch of that, two heaping cups of that...? Maybe. Maybe that's how I've been able to swing so many dates... We all adapt ourselves a little bit. Think about it. You wouldn't talk about your late night drunk sessions where are you we're unsure if the Easter Bunny put you in his basket and hopped you home because of the pounding headache and neon color smudged all over your skin. Nor would you necessarily talk about a three-hour training that you engaged in to better your education to your drinking friends. The more I rewound my reactions to different situations and circumstances and Stephanie still remained. THEN, I looked back at the blog post about Myrtle, because I couldn't think of what I could have possibly wanted to withhold from this guy. I was honest with him that I never deactivated the apps and that I didn't intend to reside in Charleston much longer, so why lie now, when we were in our last few weeks together? So, I stalked my own blog only to discover the Myrtle post is still unfinished in my drafts!!! Most my posts are not published in real time because, well, life happens AND I'm a bit of a scrambled egg brain with crushed pepper on top. So, I was me all along... just shared a little bit of brash opinion on a blog revolved around serial dating. I'll keep crafting, creating, and sculpting me because that's really all I have control over in this chaos we call home. Of all the dates that have come and gone and the seldom few that have been promoted to boyfriend, the common denominator for the fights have been... well, me. Gloves high, sure, I can take a hit but boy-oh-boy can I throw one. Most of the ones impacting those I date are intentional and mild, but the ones from the inside- the dirty shots, are the ones from me to me. And I have a nasty right hook... Self-doubt BAM Self-esteem POW Insecurities WAP Sabotage SLAM Fear of Falling DING DING 'Call It!' I get so caught up in the now and excitement of the ring, that if I would've stopped to review the logistics, I probably wouldn't have entered the ropes. So now, I'm mid-ring with an opponent with mutual attraction and I'm ill-prepared for what's to come. My blog has captured, or at least tried to, the different ventures out of singleness, but each road, path, or dim-lit track has brought me back here. It's like I've maxed 647 horsepower, only to catch a glimpse of a mustard "dead end" sign. I'm rearing to go, gaining speed with the wind in my hair and then I take a detour, they change the street light, or we both exit the vehicle while it's on cruise. I've become accustomed to the ride and singleness has almost become an identity, which until recently, I've been oblivious the comfort it provides. Then, out of the wood-works comes this boy, whom by looking at me makes me feel home. With no plan and no real knowledge of my opponent, I get into the ring with this fairy tale idea that a traveling buddy is all I've needed. He cuddles you, is bound to be loyal, and smiles at you, while calling you his and then... the inevitable. These caramel pumpkin muffins are really a knockout.... and, are actually a recipe I concocted ;))1 can of pumpkin
1 box of white cake mix 1 c chocolate chips A handful of caramel (melted and swirled in) mix. Pour. 350. 20mins. TKout This is why boys shouldn't be given too much "screen time." It shrinks their brain...Not that these 3 would care. Maybe they would-be taken carry on if you warned them: too much screen time will shrink your...other head. So, if you happen to follow me on Snapchat, you may recall a raging rant about this. I typically save my dating frustrations for the blog-- hence it's existence. Each date earns their name pertaining to the level of chaos exhibited in the date. The former "Mr" positioned as the prefix is subtle satire. This particular dude would have earned Mr. Slip of the Tongue or Mr. No Turning Back. Then, if there is enough content, it would warrant a confectionery concoction. Buckeyes maybe? Has his eyes peeled for cleavage and although he tries to disguise his prominent promiscuity peanut butter with a chocolate coating. Nice try, but this sweet seeker identifies this before this dish is completed. My favorite thing about this fellow was his recorded response blaming my unrealistic expectations from an app created for hookups. How small-minded are people these days that things have one and only one use? Ariel turned a fork into a hair comb Jasmine turned a beggar into a prince and a tiger into a domestic pet Belle turned a beast into a soulmate Mulan turned a man's calling into a woman's destiny Pochahontas fought the compass and complexion I'm bound to have my own magical affect.... O-K. So since I'm moving, that warrants you a quickie since there's no strings and you're attracted to me? Yeah... I don't think that's how life works regardless of which dating site you found me on. He found it perplexing that he could be included in my snapchat rant of 3 boys subjecting me to their lustful needs prior to meeting me or engaging in a real conversation with me. Ah yes! I have been quite unimpressed by the people (not just guys) in Charleston, South Carolina. Sure, the city has history and a unique culture 3 beaches within 30 minutes of each other and 43 people move there every day... but in the 2 years I've genuinely given it a chance, I've found it's not for me. The people are clicky, Number 3 was "do you do anal?" I'm sorry- WHAT? That is offically the most random thing I've ever heard. A, 2, and D here all reached out to me with these shallow statements within the span of 35 minutes. Sighhh. I'm hoping my next destination doesn't pack this much ignorance and shallow sexual motive-driven "men."
It's a fine line when you're playing the game of holding multiple hearts. Keeping track of their interests, family history, Insiders, humor type dr. It goes on. Then keeping track of their texting styles, Tendencies to call you when they're drunk or high, level of jealousy... It all has to be taken into account before adding them to your roster. And to maintain them on your roster. It is thrilling because you'll never know if you're going to get caught or if their jealousy will flare . There's no argument that you're wanted because there's three trying for the same end goal . You have one that labels himself unattainable so he teases about other dates. You tease back with total validity cheer teasing. Oh, well I guess I'll just go to his house tomorrow. The reality of the matter is just that. Two beds in the same day but nothing too scandalous. Certain levels of physical contact crate and attraction and Sparks and infatuation. Can't have a roster if you're attached to one . Since I'm obviously capable of doing this, I assume the fact that anyone is. I'm the least expecting of them all . That's why it works. Mischievous and dangerous this is how I've been tracking the dating field got it. Until the players start to become individualized and you begin picturing yourself what's 1 as the MVP without question . One that you're in your mind has already won and it was supposed to be a team sport. Then you're left in the position of reducing your roster. That's when you pull out the data boys and better luck next time. This is dating not baseball so you can certainly cry and you certainly have to find different lingo than that. The boy I removed from the roster is someone I probably had no business dating- as long as I did anyway... But he was a mixture of characters from recent posts. You might be familiar with puppy love and Mister spontaneity. He is wanting the same. Allegedly the tender thing was a hacking and allegedly I didn't mind. We spent laughs and jokes and evenings and phone calls. We made Insiders and spent Thanksgiving together. He knew I was to Gypsy for his taste and bluntly conveyed I was not ready to settle down. Such a statement appalled me to the point where I almost ran right then and there. Settle down. That sounded like a death sentence. I'm too young. I don't know what number has to do with any of it, but I feel my energy and my bucket list, seeming to be hitting a growth spurt in its peak of puberty, prevents me I'm even thinking a forever. Short-term is something we agreed on and so, when I broke the news, he inhaled and smiled. Why are you looking like that? We need this was supposed to end in January anyway. I just lost three weeks. But I really have enjoyed spending time with you. The reaction I never thought I would get left me speechless. Completely dumbfounded did someone who spent so much time, energy, and money on me, much less all the compliments (one of which being that I had a perfect ass. I do not take that one lightly. Holla LOL). He was so kind and so understanding. He even bought our second round of drinks. He offered be friends and joke about how different are features are going to be anyway. I was at ease and guilt had subsided. I said my thank-you text on the way home. No Emoji, no explanation. Just thank you. There really are good guys in the world and people really can do what they say. I gave me a little hope even though I was quite frankly the one that deserved slightly Brash reaction. I was the one dating multiple people while he was spending any of his free time messaging and taking me out. One of our last dates was to a formal event for his work. Even though he didn't hold it against me. Maybe have broken my track record of dating manipulative men. Or maybe not... Tomorrow is another day. Regardless, he helped me keep the peace and for that, I thank him and could not think of a better dessert than World Peace cookies. Peace of chocolatey goodness with the piece of my heart he'll always have. I have no bitterness about that and know he'll take care of it. He said he wish me the well and I really think he does. This one's to you!
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No other way to be a runaway like runaway mountain....,There was a boy that was intrigued by me and I by him. We stretched our wings in Charleston and engaged in activities built for fools. Dates beyond measure and conversation to match. He asked me deep questions, like a therapist would and laughed at my little quirks instead of running like the others. He was never needy and never asked for much except my time. He never pushed anything sexually or really engaged with me in that way too much at all. There's been a couple blog posts about him, he is the one referred to as Mr. Hard to Read. He left in anger one Saturday night the last date we ever had, and I left a voicemail for closure. Weeks later, he stumbled upon not one, but two blog posts about him. He commented and then called. He displayed it as a misunderstanding and wish me the best. I could have salvaged it. I could have tried to get back in. But I didn't. I let it fall. I used it as my escape route. Running away instead of discussing things as an adult was much more preferable. In the dating world, I'm always ready to cut ties. Scissors in hand, I look for ties to be cut. On the Rocks, Nothing on Paper, Scissors, BYE! I'm actually surprised how many ties have actually been been made. You would think after going on 200 different dates with different people, confidence wouldn't be an issue... but I was still perplexed with how I've not only confirmed date times and locations, but many of them have asked for seconds. And then many of them have turned out like this one where is a casual fling stretching upon months. I guess I feel each is stamped with a time mark. An expiration date, if you will, and if I don't beat that expiration date or ultimate freshness, they'll be left to spoil. I'll be left in the turmoil, spinning in some garbage disposal somewhere occasionally being doused with Febreze. So, my protection from that is to rip off the packaging and enjoy the item before that date. Don't get me wrong, they enjoy me too... and God knows many have enjoyed me way before the expiration date and they have been the one to cut ties. So every time you look at a twisty tie, just think, that's awfully similar to some girl with a dating blog soaking up the freshness of a new connection until it's shelf life. So so many have done that to me before and that's the game that musician sing about, athletes engage in their social life, tabloids exploit the best of them from movie stars to TV posers. It's as simple as just running away. You always have to have rational:
Maybe like an extra large Snicker bar. A little nutty a ribbon a sweetness that sticks to you covered in a packaging that isn't the prettiest on the shelf but may capture one or two hungry eyes. The XL is not because it's a fat joke.. Not yet LOL but because people can take as much or as little of me as they want. And they do. Especially in the dating realm. They take what parts of me they want to see or they feel matches theirs and leave the rest unwrapped, unsealed. Reiterating not to the consumer is another way of saying or just being: a runaway. I tell them the God's honest truth that they only see the part of me I allowed them to see or that they put a blinders to the things they can't handle and they still pursue me and eventually devour me. It's like the moms that see an item is gluten free but they fail to realize how many added sugars are in the item. Under the impression there's some healthy component, they accidentally mislead their children and whoever else they choose to share that with. But I won't do that. Here I am and here we go sweet connoisseur Homemade Snickers BarsYields 24 bars
With 273 datesandcakes posts (and counting), I had to make the declaration that there have been (and continue to be) "good guys." There's a reason- only one I could scrape together- why I haven't captured or pursued something with one of these seemingly great finds......I find something great and am excited about it! But, I always manage to find a way to slip away... I never considered myself as a prideful person, but I've come to the conclusion that my pride gets in the way. Here are proses of some of the ones I got away from.His dark hair and is dark eyes and his ability to always surprise me hooked me. He saw me when we spoke and we could talk about nearly anything. New Orleans and our favorite spots, creating homemade beignets and tequila shots. We talked talked about the ring he bought and the girl that changed her mind. We talked about the ring I picked that never became mine. We just about Grand Theft Auto and Under the Cork Tree, talked about how if I was his, the happiest we could be. thought he was right and I wanted to but inevitably things came unglued. Because I hesitated, because I cracked; there was only one thing this boy lacked. A faith in God, but I've been there before. So I stood bolting for the door. Of which have flowers on the porch, to his heart a little torch. The glow is luminous but the friendship destroyed. Did I not know he's not my toy? It's not that I tried to play the game it's just that this one wasn't the same. Nor was I and so he fell, his nerd tendencies seated him well. But not for me there was some reason why I had to walk from this guy. The next one was a bit hippie, past my age but with the surfers glow. He met me in the ocean for our first date, his noble colors did quickly show. Excited about the girl before his eyes, he tried my type of going out. But the club scene was never one of his ways, he slapped my ass taking back from my shout. Respectful, he tried to understand, so I joined him in his way of passing time, He just smiled as he took my hand and showed me off in his dive bar prime. Shots and calamari, we strolled the islands of which he resided, our perspectives were so different with him and his energies, I could no longer hide it. So I walked away after skating and fighting his current, He reassured me that was all that life would throw my way I always be able to endure it. There was the guy that had his own following and found me In the pile Of writers with fire so I indulged for a while. We stretched boundaries and drank daylight and conversed about places, that took us and built us and made us make faces. Our pasts were varying degrees and his was much more robust, Just a week in, I slowly relinquished trust. I retaliated by pulling back, knowing the results have an affair like ours, He dazzled me from afar, but falling for me is like chasing cars From gravel to side street to interstate There's no way we could possibly date Even drunk me knew it, on the phone So I sabotaged and ended up alone. I possess little fear on my own For suitors, I am hella strong To be continued....This guy gives puppy love a new name. This isn't just the kind of guy that has his dogs in the bed with you... that would be mild and pretty much considered normal. This particular dog dad allowed the dogs free rein on the bed and one, of which is very attached to him, and he visibly favors, jumped on our cuddled up bodies and started licking our faces while we we were kissing. At one point, I swear I thought her tongue was going to intervene into our make out session. What the hell! I've never tried a threesome, but this is not what they have in mind. Then, he like barely scolded her just like to push her off, very nonchalant. He laughed it off and later she kept trying to wedge herself between the two of us. Okay... I just laid there thinking... So is this what my future would look, competing for his attention with a dog? As the days went by, my phone filled with selfies of him and his dog. My best friend and I take a lot of selfies when we go out, but I think his ass beat our selfies with his dog. Then to ensure this stays on the crazy train tracks, he actually said in writing, I have the text, that if that dog was a person, I wouldn't exist in his world. What? Dude, that's weird... I would like to say he was kidding, but these four pictures are just a fraction of the ones I have. And, anytime I hug him or anything, she barks or tries to jump on me. I've had to compete for a guy before, but this is ruff and I don't think I want to expose myself to this anymore, doggone it! This calls for snoop d-o-double-g |
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