There's an obscene number of married guys that have hit me up both online and in person. My initial reaction was "what kind of girl do you think I am?" But then, I was overcome with grief and disgust of the type of man they are.... and his wife probably doesn't know the degree of his questionable character.The amount of emotional havoc a person inflicts on their partner is colossal. I wish they would be reminded of that before they cheat....A wedding is the ideal place to reflect on your current relationship, or lack of one. The best part is, this reflection is usually 100% unintentional and subconsciously sneaks in. This was certainly the case at the 3rd wedding I've been to this year, also being in Texas (first in Fort Worth, second Dallas, and third Austin). This realization of my singleness, was overcast by disappointment in the overwhelming number of disloyal people. We've all had someone we were committed to step out on us with someone else (I'm certain) but, the emotional cheating and constant lusting toward new faces is uncanny. At this beautiful wedding in hill country that my sister and I attended, was gushing with married or taken guys that continued to gravitate their eyes toward us. I'm not talking just a gentle smile or quick glance, I'm talking full-on stare! My sister pointed two out to me, as I pointed out another to her. Rings fastened on their left hand couldn't fasten their eyes to the person with the matching metal. I know there's a couple ways this could be interpreted:
I don't think it's "Disney of me" to believe a man can be faithful or a woman can be faitful if they are in love and down-right committed. My heart of hearts believes if you love someone, truly love someone, it's almost as if the other sex becomes less inticing. Sure, six-pack abs are alluring and guys' or even girls' eyes may wander to a pair of double-d's but, their heart and attention belongs to their person in this crummy little world. Although I have quite the dating record and I've earned the reputation of being a bit of a player, once love is on the table, there's no room for any other games or players. Put the CandyLand away. The last, and only time I've been in love, was to a man I couldn't have even fantasized of being with someone else. I was so taken with him and was prepared to give up everything for him-- hell, I practically did! I know loyalty wasn't even a question with him, nor was it for me. And I know I have a tendency to be quite naive, but it's the God's honest truth. Tat's why it's so heartbreaking to see these guys in committed relationships looking for more. The point of being in love, is to look no further. So get off your lustful ass and find your one and only and stop trying to have your cake and eat it too! Find Your Cherry On Top..... and if you're married, you should've already found em2 cans Crescent Rolls
8 oz softened Cream Cheese 21 oz Cherry Pie Filling 1/2 cup Sugar 1 tsp Vanilla 1 cup Powdered Sugar 1 tbsp Milk Preheat oven to 350. Beat creamy cheese with sugar and vanilla until fluffy. Unroll crescent dough and separate. On a pizza pan place triangles overlapping with long pointed ends outward. So that there is about a 6″ circle left in the middle of the pan. Spread cherries over the lapped dough area. Spread dollops of cream cheese mixture over the cherry filling. Fold pointed ends of crescents over the filling and pinch into lapped dough to seal. Bake for 18-20 minutes or until golden brown. Mix Powdered sugar and milk until smooth glaze forms. Drizzle glaze over left-finger dazzling ring. https://cincyshopper.com/cherry-cream-cheese-crescent-ring/
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No, he didn't have 7 children. No, he doesn't detest music... At least my knowledge. No, he isn't trying to run from the Nazis. It all started with a remark. A drunken remark at a bar. I know what you're thinking... The infamous adventures of me and my blonde best friend in yet again another third wheel date. I've been on so many, I could probably start a blog post just for those adventures... But, they're not as exciting. At least not to me.. And she's probably only been on three or she was the third., but hey! We each serve our role in this friendship. It just looks a little different than what people are used to. Anywho! The roommate of the guy she was dating made his way over to our brunch spot with his best friend. The two of them were fairly pleasant on the eyes, but his roommate is definitely a dude bro. His friend, on the other freckled hand, is a goofball in a Hawaiian shirt. With a drunk slur and conversation in a high decibel, conversation at the table roared. Flirting commenced, but not enough to be extremely memorable. Then, I was pressed between the two guys in the back seat of my best friend's date's Caddy. We made our way to a tiki hut bar fit for a Jimmy Buffett song. While at the bar, conversation continued as we soaked up the scene, Sun, and Saturday. It was actually Sunday but I didn't want to say son in Sunday next to each other. ;)) After a couple shots that this independent girl bought on her own, I accidentally brushed up against Mr. Vontrapp's back while he was seated at the bar. Yes, he saw two girls standing behind him and chose to seat at the bar. Chivalry is not dead... But it's a very, very rare. I get up when I'm seated when an older lady walks around. But.... What can you do? If you hold everyone to the standard you have for yourself, you're going to be disappointed every time. That's something I've learned the Robert Frost, gravel, broken glass, "Road Less Traveled" way. Well, apparently my boobs brushed against his back which drove him crazy. I'm not really used to having bigger boobs because my whole life has been flat chested and the vice president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. Well, he instantly bought me like two cocktails. I guess it was a balanced diet, a drink in each hand. It was revealed that he had a girlfriend and it was deemed complicated. Out of respect, I tone down the flirting to a 1 (steak sauce). Then I dipped out and ubered my way home. They continued drinking and hours later I received a phone call from my best friend. "Someone wants to talk to you," she said. She knows how deplorable I am with name so she said, "it's the one with the flower shirt." "I want to whisper sweet nothings in your ear," Mr. Vantrapp spoke smoothly into the borrowed phone. "Paha what?" " I'm related to the Von Trapp family." "From The Sound of Music? Get out! I love that movie." " Yep fought the Nazis and everything." I heard him smirking through the phone. "Oh really? Then where they from?" I spat slyly. "Germany." "No, it's an hour outside of Austria." "Naw-aw." "I know because I tried to sign up for the tour while I was in Europe 2 months ago." "Smart cookie, Stephanie. " "You don't know..." "I'm trying to." "How would your girl friend feel about that?" I spat. And THAT'S where the convo ended. I'm a huge on empathy. If I were in his girlfriend shoes, I would be pissed. That's emotional cheating. Plain as can be. Yes, I should have stopped the conversation sooner. But sometimes I'm flirt when I have a hankering for a little bit of attention. At least I acknowledge it, right? Well, he broke up with his girlfriend a couple days later and got my number from his friend. We've gone back and forth a couple times but I think I'm a little too feisty for him. He inquired of my plans for the day and I told him writing. Once he pried, I revealed scarce details about my blog to which he judged instantly. Said those haven't been relevant since the early 2000s. After schooling him on the relevance for aspiring writers, he got quiet. The conversation carried for a couple more minutes and then he hung up, like a 13 year-old girl. Okay bro. Don't worry, I learned things from the bad boy study. This guy was before that series of posts. Hopefully the next one won't be too bad... There's still one in the mix though, so don't hold your breath.... He's An Austrian Strudel... far away and dusted with bad boy lust
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I went to a free walking tour that was affiliated with the Pub Crawl and it was canceled because only two people showed. No. It wasn't Congress St. or Fry St. But, it was one of the other Americans from the group and boy did he reveal juicy intel. We'll call this guy Cali-Jing. Rationale? He's originally from California, but presently resides in Bejing, teaching English as a second language. NICE. Anywho... He started talking about the crawl and how he was disappointed about the pubs they brought us too and then asked for my opinion. What was I supposed to say? I had a blast because I had two hotties with bodies fighting over me? So... I just compared it to my crawl in Dublin, which had absolutely NO Americans and how I found it comforting that there were several for me to get on a first name basis with... ya know what I'm saying? ;) IRONY. I didn't remember his OR his hottie friend's name OR the guy I was talking to in this very conversation. He said, "Yeah, well the other Americans had fun because they were only looking to hook up." I raised my eyebrows and subconsciously leaned in. "Yeah, they were hitting on the bartender and tour guide and contemplating if they were going to stay with the crawl if there weren't any other participants." "Really?" was all I could muster up. My mind reinforced the fact that "hellllllloooo these are single military men, in their twenties, and have quite big ah-ha-ha egos FROM AUSTIN, so yeah... this shouldn't be of surprise. What did take me by surprise, to say the very very least, was when Cali-Jing said, "Yeah, and the one playing beer pong with you even said he had a girl friend before you got there." I'll be damned if 6th Street wasn't telling the bloody truth. And I believed his "she was my first love and I messed up and now we're just cordial --YET SHE'S THE SCREEN COVER TO MY PHONE." I should have broke out into song on the Spanish steps (that's where we were walking when Cali-Jing revealed that minor detail). At least he wasn't married but GOSH! This is NOT the first time this has happened. Cheating poppycock! I feel so bad for his girlfriend... who would've known the more aggressively flirty one would have been telling the truth? Who would've known to ask the other American in the group's opinion? I was visibly and verbally torn up about it and in an attempt to comfort me, Cali-jing said, "Well, she had to know with him being abroad, it wasn't going to be a great combination..." "But that's no excuse to cheat. I have no tolerance for infidelity...." "But, you don't know what she's like or the nature of their relationship." "Is he being blackmailed to stay with her because he's a Russian spy? No, he should have broken up with her. I had a boy friend in the states and ended it because I knew the distance was going to be nearly impossible with the time change, the 4 significant people in my life I need to squeeze into conversation/skyping/snapping daily, and prime time activities like hiking and such when that may have been the only time for me to talk to him.... it just wasn't fair to him. And selfishly, it wasn't fair to me to restrict my travel when the point of this adventure is to soak it ALL in. You can't have your cake and eat it too." I wish I had a picture of his face when I blurted all of that out. "Well.... I guess you're uh, right." "He kissed me!" "Well, you didn't know..." I was beside myself. Obviously, I didn't reveal my rendezvous with a complete stranger to another complete stranger but boy, was the guilt train riding me. All I kept thinking was OH MY GOSH!
And the party keeps rocking....OH! This is a picture my new friend from Cali and Bejing took of me and my new Asian couple friends. I seem to have this knack for strangers.....
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