Everyone's driving a Tesla, but I fancy a bike.
You're the type of person I wish I couldn't like. Intellectually sound with a meandering spirit. You've faulted girls before, but I still want to hear it. Bunny slippers and thick skin, You pay no mind to the lane you're in. Tickled by serendipity, you indulge Personally astonished by the "me" I divulge. My desire is not rooted in the intangible type. I took comfort in being where you set your sight. Under a street light, opportunity and lips locked, Even though neither ship was docked. Converting time and available hours, Leasing the place where idleness cowers. Paralleling pains in hidden trails, Any other comparison this one pales. Until the last page I am intrigued. But alas I refuse to follow the lead.
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This guy was as predictable as a carousel. Bright lights and painted horses, with music any girl would be privileged to hear all overcompensating for an inflated Pride and a feeble personality. Boasting and posting as a noble Steed, he was merely a barnyard pet. Straight from a dating site, he texted this juvenile narrative, which in this message, he cast me as the lucky female role. Although I could have made this up, my story would have been much more elaborate and convincing... Here are his words. I want to be sitting on your porch when you come in from work tonight. I'm sure you'll be tired and maybe even a little grumpy but I'd just give you a really long, tight, warm hug. I'd glide my fingers down the back of your arm and lace my fingers inbetween yours holding your hand and with my other hand I'll gently place it on your neck and just give you the most passionate kiss ever. I'd just wrap my hands around your hips and pull you really close to me I'd just look into your eyes and give you a cute nose kiss and then tell you to go grab a change of clothes. I'd sit on your porch until you came back out. And I'd just embrace you with another hug and whisper in your ear. I'd hold your hand and we'd walk to my car so I could drive you back to my place. we'd go into my room and I'd just collapse on that bed pulling you on top of me. I'd wrap my arms around you and just adore that gorgeous smile of yours. I'd begin to make out with you for a few minutes doing nothing more than resting my hands on your hips and gently feeling your ass. I'd stand back up and I'd tell you to get comfortable so I could give you a massage. I'd step out of the room to grab some lotion or something and come back in to find you in nothing but your bra and panties. (I'd loose my mind 😍) Although his imagery was quite colorful, I'm not the slight bit interested in his copy and paste, pick animals with white sprinkles carousel.He only supplies the animal crackers (in my soup), so you'll have to create your own happy ending for this one.....
https://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/food-network-kitchen/frosted-animal-cracker-carousel-cake-5238246.amp Terk says it best, Dates and Cakes OFFICIALLY has a vlog! Not only do you continue to receive outlandish but non-fiction dating stories from the bubbly, punny, and gutsy gypsy, BUT you get to see her live and in color with all her hand gestures, eye rolls, and cackles (at her own jokes) free of charge! This Youtube thing is certainly a learn-as-you-go kind of thing because although my year of birth classifies me as a Millennial..... technology isn't my go to. Actually, this blog started out as scribbles in journals. Yes, red margin, black lined journals; bounded with potential for venting, humor and self-actualization. I know presently, it's a trendy thing to say you're "an old soul" but... I still write friends letters or thank you notes by hand and write 90% of my poetry with a swift pen to paper motion. Okay fine-- sometimes I use thin markers because I want to really capture imagery in a certain piece.... but you get my jest. And I think spending time away from a screen gives you zest you may have been missing from your life (as a text notification blinks like grandma's blinker she was unaware has been clicking for 3 intersections now). So, you may have heard of "please excuse my dear aunt sally" in math for order of operations, but since I'm notorious for spicing or sugaring things up, I'm going to ask you to excuse your dear Steph for her poor editing skills. The videos may seem a little chop-suey.... because they are. I'm sure I'll get better if I just believe! But I'm striving to record each one as natural as possible so it enhances the genuine factor. This world is polluted with edited moments, faces, and perceptions, so I refuse to add to it. As always, these will continue to be about actual dates that happened to me or in the rare occasion, a friend shares a wild date. I know what you're thinking, "Steph could never pull off being a blonde." WELL YOU KNOW WHAT!?! You're right.
People are who they say they are.... but who they truly are is not necessarily conveyed through words.I've learned this agonizing lesson time and time and TIME again. I don't just live for handing out second chances like microwave wings at Sam's Club, I award first chances-- initial chances to people I've already made a hypothesis that something about them is "questionable." I allow complete skeezes to leech my most valuable resource: time. I used to think this was a habit of younger Stephanie; the naive girl that believed bff really was forever and one matching bracelet could link two people through adulthood. This was the same girl that was devastated when her "bff" from 6th grade not only kissed her crush in front of her while muttering the words, "what's wrong?" but, had the audacity to snake a guy about to ask her to the spring fling. She didn't even have the nerve to confess her actions... had another friend, whom also later engaged in betrayal, tell the ugly truth. This is also the girl who believed when a military guy's orders didn't quite line up, his "working late" alibis had gaps, and his intentions were strictly manipulative and sexual, he still cares about you and wants to take you to prom. This girl had grown up. This girl had learned a great deal from experiences as well as books; as she learned from bruises and bloody scars. This girl learned that blood is no thicker than tap water or bottom shelf vodka, but it stings just as much. She learned that love always has conditions and they only become more apparent with age. She learned spring cleaning applies to all facets of her life, especially friendship. You are who you hang out with and "if you start hanging with trash, you're going to smell like it." She learned she could be as vengeful as the least of her friends and she had to check her mental. She knew how it felt to the nth degree and cultivated the art of "pushing away." She learned this as a little girl on the playground, the first time her pink converse pushed away from the earth with great momentum. As the swing wizzed through the humid air, she smiled at her strength and glimpse of control. She pushed away people with a high probability of her harming. There was never an intentional plan for harm, but when she feared their attachment or even projected dependency was greater than her's, she fled. She strives to "save them" even today. One thing, however, she never mastered was to push away those that possessed the ability to harm her with no remorse. She let people into her planner and home. Quickly followed by her trust, which was down the street from her heart. While on the sidewalk, they would exhibit reckless behavior and seedy intentions, but the door was still opened, with fresh-squeezed lemonade at the door. The neighbors or worst of all, the out-of-towners, would parade the sidewalk for all the lemonade they could drink without stepping foot inside. The lemon tree flourished with tart resilience, but the sugar canister was hallowed of every granule. Depleted from
She realized, she has to fill her own sugar jar and sparingly share the lemonade; when you're left on the porch swing looking out at the world, sometimes just one glass of lemonade you've created is all you need.The types of people we attract, says a lot about who we are. Do we gravitate toward.....
The sweetness we are drawn to alludes to our self-esteem, priorities, and rationalizations. The main types of people (guys or girls) we can be drawn to areSugar Sugar is simplicity at its finest. Honesty, transparency, and dependability. Very little risk or mystery; this sweet type ran all the bases and is safe. Without trying to, many of us fall into this. Sugar is notorious for being easy and is sometimes referred to as .... "basic" |
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