Back in the states and back with a vengeancehere's nothing more satisfying than running into an ex fling and watching glimpses of regret on their face when they look at you. This beautiful reality boosted my confidence a few weeks ago when I stood in a wedding that an ex-fling also stood in. Our fling started and ended at the beginning of last year in which, he informed me that he was really busy but will definitely see me at the wedding. He broke this news to me that he would not see me before the wedding, a year and a month's time, before the wedding of our two friends. To add insult to injury, the setting of this conversation, was in a hotel shower off the property of Disney World. There's so many things wrong with that statement. In the shower? I feel like I'm being interrogated by Elle Woods Although I'm sure I should hold a lot of blame, since I saw the red flags, but followed them right to the happiest place on earth... but trust me, no one deserves to hear any kind of bad news in the shower. Your hamster dying, favorite series being canceled, or flavor of latte being discontinued can wait until your feet have hit the cold floor. I should've taken the soap with me wheni got out and drove off (since the were 1 whole day left on our trip). But, like Stephanie was reared to, I endured instead of enjoyed. So, I returned to Charleston and he returned to Fort Worth after our magical trip. He began the art of ghosting me, so I called him and demanded closure. I know, I know. How was alluding to the fact that he didn't want to see me for a year not enough? Idk. Im a female; I plead the 5th of whiskey. While pacing the floor, with his familiar voice on the other line, I was ill-prepared for what was to come. Not only did he make things clear, he took it a step further. He told me he knew I was going to contort this into some pathetic story for my blog and that I should just give up the writing thing because it's not like it's going to take me anywhere. The percentages of a female writer making it is that of a high school athlete making it to the pros. Oh. OH! YOU'RE GONNA HIT ME WITH PERCENTAGES NOW? YOU'RE A NUMBERS BOY! What gives anyone the right to attack someone's dreams? Dream Crusher. I may never know the answer to that question. But what I do know, is the way he looked at me at that wedding, when I was all dolled up and in a beautiful lace bridesmaid dress with my makeup and hair done for me like a diva. I looked like that and he looked like regret. Not because of the suit or anything of that nature, just his stance and eyes that only showed flashes of sadness. Obviously, I tried to avert my eyes at all cost. But there were a couple times my eyes looks that way and met his oh, ever so briefly. Since the bride was a friend of mine since the first day of high school, I was well acquainted with her parents, her cousins, and even a couple aunts and uncles. I was yukking it up with everyone and naturally made my way to the dance floor with the other bridesmaids and the cute little kids in their Sunday's best. And homeboy sat in the corner on his phone. Bobbing his head up every once in awhile to check my location on the Dance Floor. There was even a really cute guy in the buffet line that sparked up a conversation; I just looked up and he introduced himself and later told me it was meeting me. But, he left the wedding early so didn't amount to anything nor did it need to. It's not like I live in the state anyway, but it was not awkward and a slight boost to my confidence. Enjoying the night not catching the bouquet and possibly standing as "one that got away," I beamed into the night. This guy has earned at least 3 blog posts back in March or April, so... Mr. Red Velvet Cake has a recipe to be sauced up. He was the infamous Mr. Disney that took me to Magic Kingdom for our first date and earned the artificial dyed cake. This time, he deserves white chocolate chips falling short of chocolate.Quite frankly, they don't even deserve the name of chocolate since they're only made of cocoa butter, lard, and sugar.
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