CoNsId3rA+i0nIs this word a fisad? Some strange combination of consonants and vowels with numbers randomly thrown in? I've ranted about the horrid things guys have inferred, divulged, or demanded, but seldom have I stopped to celebrate "the wins." *face palm* That's how you know I'm in the sales world. The 5 months I've been in Pensacola have had possibly 5 pleasant, smile-evoking text messages to report... none of which I can relay verbatim, but 5 is....well, something. As the complimentary kind, It's something that makes my nose twitch or smile spread, like peanut butter "from a fresh jar of skippy." Here's one message that was so deep in the tunnel of fame, that it is from a guy I never ended up meeting, back when I lived in Charleston. Needless to say, it's beyond "hall" of fame. I have looked at this message many times and was unsure of how to respond. I'm actually not certain I ever did. "I love your energy and your desire to travel. I think ultimately I will let you down. I want to slow down and stay in Charleston for a bit, give myself a shot for some normalcy. This is way over the top considering we are just a tinder match. Idk, feels good to say it. Even if you are a stranger. :)" Impossible to compose in 60 characters, remember that your words matter; choose wisely.
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The stars may come out at night, but so do the strange and painfully not funny....The boy was a ginger, which with a flip of 30 or 40 posts in this blog, you could pick up that one of my weaknesses, along with nerds and those with blazing blue eyes. One of his statements on his hinge account was that he has dark humor. In the last 3 years of my life I recently discovered dark humor and adore it! So instantly, I played on that. "Hey! Want to hear some dark humor?" Of course he responded, "Yes." With very little hesitation, I spat back or. texted fiercely, "My life." My best friend I giggled for a solid 2 and 1/2 minutes, but this boy however, gave me a lecture about how I should enjoy life and that shit's not funny. "What exactly is dark humor to you then?" "Making fun of less athletic people at sport games and Rec leagues." Yeah that's just mean. If you can't make me laugh, there's a probably a ton of other things you can't make me do..... My motto still stands: Fries Before GuysLook. I can take a joke; my humor can twinkle with Disney princesses and then get grungy with a pinch of raunch in two blinks. Dark humor is sometimes my essence and other times (majority) I'm pun-tastic, but I'm hyper aware of my audience and strive not to offend anyone or cast a tone that would make the environment uncomfortable. I'm sure you're aware and could name a few of these misguided and misplaced jokesters. My two in this case are called Mr. Pull My and Mr. Middle Finger. No, neither of them looked close to this.....so they get no "hott pass."Before you read their messages, a little back story:
Mr. Pull My took something minuscule and blew it out of proportion and then blocked me!Mr. Middle Finger is from Texas.... dammit Stephanie! Can't you leave those Tejas boys alone?No room for Hot Diggity Dog here.... This guy is more like a cat: open to attention only when it suits him.Dates and Cakes reporting another connection casualty. Remember that series inferring that I have a weakness for bad boys? Old habits die hard.... After one happening night in downtown Pensacola, my friend and I stepped into one of the hottest Uber driver's cars I've ever seen.
We were talking about cities we've traveled and my friend in the car made a case against New Orleans. The dangerously attractive Uber driver sided with her. Well, achem, that's my city. Naturally, I defended it and pointed out the copious festivals every month of the year. THAT'S when he took my side. A little sour, my friend pouted about the conversation and rode the rest of the way in silence. Our conversation, the stranger and I had begun, flourished. Upon arrival, my friend exited the vehicle promptly, while I lingered. "Thanks for the ride." "Of course! Hey, I really enjoyed talking to you." "Thanks, me too! Also," I paused and breathed in. "You're Uber cute." Laughing, he said, "Gosh I thought you were gorgeous the minute I saw you step into my car. You're really pretty." Smiling, I held out my hand while offering my name. "Hey, Stephanie, I'm Frank." "That's not a name you hear everyday. Can I ... get your number?" Surprised, but seemingly excited, he responded, "Yeah! It's....." "Cool. I might text you sometime," I said coolly, while I walked to my front door. Later that night, I texted him. Woke up a little hungover with no reply. As the day dragged on, my curiosity got the best of me and I called the number. An "out of service" notice filled my ears. Curiosity continued to consume me. I checked my friend's Uber account to find his name was no where NEAR FRANK. She called Uber to claim she "may have left her credit card in his car." The voicemail revealed a number completely different from the one saved under "Frank" in my phone. "What was the point of that?!" I exclaimed to my friend. All she offered was, "Boys are dumb." After rolling my eyes, at the same instant we both muttered, "this is why I have trust issues." Laughing at the like-minded conclusion, we slunk into the kitchen for other trouble to get into.... This deceptively savory Hot dog Cake comes to life by baking two loaf pans of two different cakes. The "bun" is comprised of white cake mix (such as wedding cake) and the hot dog is carrot cake.
I would love to attach ingredients required but, much like this guy, the links were falsified. Instead of checking your Uber account for verification, try google because frankly, you're not going to receive honest directions from the source. Once you've unearthed cake recipes, carve a V (for very extraordinary) into the white cake loaf; this will include curving the sides. This dog is a little rough to carve into the appropriate shape, but you'll get there. You can always cover it with red icing since you'll never "ketchup" with him again. Milk chocolate melts beautifully since this frank's heart is a little "chili." https://www.coolest-birthday-cakes.com/coolest-hot/ 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/ One thing that happens quite a big with guys following your social media account that are essentially strangers, is the assumptions they make.
I've certainly learned to take these assumptions with a grain of salt, some of them are insulting, but now I just find them humorous and ignorant. The latest and greatest was not degrading, thank goodness, but was an assumption that was certainly a first. After I returned to the States from Spain, I posted some of my usual selfies, and received a couple compliments from a guy I used to talk to solely on Snapchat when I lived in South Carolina. This lad, struck up a flirty conversation, no different from interactions with him; he teased about how he would love to take me on a date if I lived in South Carolina. Well, at this point anyone that knows me, distance isn't an end-all-be-all.
So, naturally, I responded with, pick a place and we can meet there. He took this to mean that I was going to buy his ticket, I assume the accommodations, and possibly whatever we were to do together... I'm sorry what? Aren't you the guy? More time what?. He said, "you would have to get me or something to that effect." My response was: I'm not made of money. I'm unemployed. And it's like that was the most shocking thing I could have ever said. "Then how are you traveling all over the world?" I almost didn't respond. I was in awe. How many people have drawn this conclusion? I'm not some fortunate little white girl that took a break from real life on Daddy's credit card. I worked my ass off. I worked at least two to three jobs at a time, long nights, on calls, difficult requirements, I made sacrifices. I Double coupons, I said no to brunch and outings and reservations. I shopped second hand or not at all. I wore clothes until they went out of style and back in style again. I brought my lunch to work. I mean the list is endless. But what I did not do is take a break from life because it was handed to me or because I just have it like that. Anything you want in life, for the most part, is obtainable, it just takes a hell of a lot of work to get it. And most people aren't willing to make the sacrifices to do it. To get a job that's going to allow you to have the time off, or be willing to let go of said job to give yourself the time off. To forfeit concerts and music festivals and road trips. To change clothes in the car leaving one shift to start another ... the American dream is whatever you want it to be. And one thing I learned by going abroad was life becomes what you value and what you set as a priority. If money, in any currency is it, then work will obtain, train, and own you. But if adventure, self-discovery, creating your purpose, is it, then you work with your dreams instead of for someone else's specifically the person that hired you. I'm not trying to be dramatic or overzealous or snooty or however this can come off through these written words. I'm just trying to say that enjoying what you wanted as a reality is so much sweeter when it is the fruition of Blood Sweat and Tears that you did with a Little Help from your friends. Anyone in my close tribe of Warriors, knows that. And they all would find it hysterical for someone to think I had Daddy's Money to be able to do anything my soul truly desired. Some people have that luxury and good for them I hope that they fully appreciate and soak up the opportunities that presents, but for those of us that have two hustle with arm muscle, I salute to that! Also, any guy is tripping to think that I would bring him on a trip before any of my besties. Those girls work so freaking hard and are there on the clock. So if I were to take anyone with me he would certainly have to get in line. My best friend just started a blog, just finished an internship that was full time for free, is working 40 hours at management level in what she's held that position for over 5 years, and started a new position which is emotionally taxing at least 20 hours of week that will continue to build. Not to mention, she has a boyfriend and two cats at home. My sister, lives in her dream city, with a best friend at home, two dogs, a full-time job she is held for over 4 years and it's quite prestigious, and a part-time job enhancing her skills as a sign language interpreter, while studying and preparing for the state sign language licensure exam. My previous boss is a single mother of two boys that are both heavily involved in extra curricular activities. Her support for them in every imaginable way, contributes to their extreme success and potential scholarships. Not to mention she is the executive director of an agency to serve adults and children with special needs, rescued two abused dogs, and is one of the greatest friends any person could ask for. You would never guess their pages from reading the cover. Remember the Irish fellow and that was kind and gloat about places he would take me on a date if I came to Ireland? Then he kind of faded out, and then came back? So basically he was a confuse boomerang. Well, he's back just to be gone again. I just don't understand why guys can't be friends with girls. Like obviously we have no history. I'm just not worth time as a friend? I guess my expectations for friendship is far too high. Yeah. That's because I was just thinking about the situation and I am like is there a point to chatting to someone you will probably never meet. I suppose my practical mind took over. Sorry about that.. I hope you find some one.. Maybe a nice English guy. I hear they find you pretty.. ha ha Bahah one guy! And I thought one could never have too many friends sure. We can be friends. Haha that's Grand. How's life treating you anyway? Then I sent this long video of my perspective on friendship and how when I find a cool person, I will typically want to keep in my life. Regardless of where they are or how frequently can contact each other, a cool person is a cool person. And since I've been to seven countries now, I can boldly say they are hard to come by. Homeboy replayed it and never responded. I'm wondering if that was like a shallow thing? Like maybe because I looked atrocious and a half and didn't bother to put a filter on, that he figured I wasn't even worth being friends with? Maybe it's my insecurities talking? You bet your sweet ass. Regardless, they're still absolutely no chance 4 I friendship. Cool bro. Convenience friendships are the worst. I was there when he needed someone to talk to late at night because he couldn't sleep and a new eye candy to text when he's drunk, but once logic set in of distance and the hard work that it would entail, he wrote me off and never sent the postcard. It's just inconsiderate. I understand not wanting to waste people's time but that's kind of what he just did. Cake was not appropriate for him because he was not going the distance ;)))He has been transformed from whiskey truffles to smashed whiskey sugar cookies. Basic and predictable with remnants of what a good guy could be if he put forth any amount of effort.
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https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/9870/easy-sugar-cookies/ So there's this guy that I met at the Glorious Barcelona pub crawl which, don't worry, details soon to come. He was tall and thin. Not everyone's idea of handsome, but certainly had an "attractive factor" going for him. He had a short stubble of hair on his head with a beard to match. He reminded me like a lot of the guys from Charleston; once they take their hat off: Fun's over. Of course, he no longer paralleled Charleston once he opened his mouth. Not only was the southern draw absent, but his voice was like a sweet nectar, even in English. He had gray blue eyes and lived a 16 minute walk from my host family in Barcelona. At the crawl, I didn't think our conversation would amount to anything, but in drunken excitement, I gave him my WhatsApp number so we could hang out since we were in the same neighborhood essentially. Well, once texting commenced, he invited me to meet him and some friends at this night light show downtown. I was the only girl in a circle of 5 dudes and was loving it. No one in the group's first language is English and I happily submerged myself into the culture buffet. There was an Indian, a Ecuadorian, a Spaniard, and two Argentinians. Our eyes feasted on all the lights and even some of the food trucks. We all got a couple cervezas (beer is one of the 7 Spanish words I know. Surprised? Yeah, me neither). Everyone started to head home 2 by 2, and alas, Mr. Sangria Sips was left. "Hey, catch the bus, no?" "Si! Ohmygosh I can't believe it's already 11:45!" Smiling he said, "and we both wake early. " He gestured to the direction of the bus stop and completely opened up the 30 minutes home. Of course we talked about politics(Europeans love that. *rolls eyes*). I learned he's not into old fashion and believes a city shouldn't always have to buy the meal. His motive for this may be attributed to his last relationship. He revealed a girl from Chile that's an hour away and she would always come see her and pay for all the dates. He knew she enjoyed spending time with him but he was pretty sure she just wanted a green card marriage. Of course they don't call a green card marriage is over here. I don't remember what he called it. It was very Spanish LOL I know, I'm catching on fast. We talked a little bit about music and then a lot about traveling and future plans. Neither one of us had it figured out. That was okay. He revealed He's 33 and guessed I was 26. Like them already. He did though reveal better without my glasses. I don't understand what is up with Europeans and saying that. This is European number four that has said this. Come to think of it, the other guys agreed when we were all at the light show. Well I need these to see, so thanks for that! Way to boost my self-esteem, Europeans! After parting days from the bus that night, we continued texting until 3 am. He scheduled a date at a neighborhood bar later that week. Ofcourse the night of the date, dinner wasn't on time. This actually wasn't fault of my own, the mom just said she wasn't ready yet. And then they have a friend over, so had to wait until her plate was done and I could put everything just watching everything. Remember, being the help requires all kinds of patients in tasks to keep up your free room and board. After spraying a bit of body spray and adding lipstick, I slipped on my boots and headed down to the neighborhood bar. I was so late that the kitchen closed. So, what's a sensible thing for Stephanie to do? Order a pitcher of sangria. I mean, come on; it's fully equipped with fruit! "Oh I'm just going to have another beer," he said. "That's great. I'm getting this for me then," I said smiling. His eyes go to the the size of cantaloupes. You can't drink that whole thing. Oh how he should not have said that! After diving into my dinner, the waiter addressed me and looking dumbfounded, and all together dumb, my date stepped in to translate. Apparently, he wanted to know if the drink was yoo sweet and if he should add more alcohol. I'm sorry- who in their right mind would decline that?! After he topped the pitcher off, my date poured himself a glass. The conversation bounced from topic to topic and I began to feel very warm. Biting into an orange peel, I laughed at his joke. I think it was a joke. Thank God I was walking. After closing the bar down (it closed at 12 because it was simply a neighborhood one and not in the thriving city, we walked to the counter to close out. He had me pay for the tab and he gave me cash for his meal. Yet he drank some (no clue how many glasses) of my sangria and I paid for the whole thing. Dudeeee. He warned me he was like that but I thought at least on the first date he would want.... I don't know. But the part that got me was he kept chatting me the next day and begged me to come to his flat to have two beers that he has in his fridge. Obviously I'd only get one. And it's like 18 minute walk. Anything after 10:30 is work for the dirty So, I stayed home and wrote off ankther guy. Different country, different guy, same ending.When will I ever learn? A girl on the background on his phone always means he's not alone. This is a lesson I've learned twice now in Europe. Number one was the military man in Rome from my least favorite place in my least favorite profession, as far as gentlemen are concerned, in my experience. Military men and men from Austin are not my cream of the crop. Other people can rave about them, but I will just rant. Sure, I've met a few exceptions, but not enough to change the rule. Phone number 2 in Europe was the very attractive man from my French cooking class. You know, the one that I I semi-aggressively asked for his Facebook. So, I misread signs-- like that doesn't happen in other language! Not to mention the culture difference we had. I don't know anything about French culture except croissants? Is that even a cultural thing? It's not like they have ceremonies or national croissant day. That would be pretty delightful though. Well, in this particular case, I engaged conversation with the Frenchman for a couple days. Things went well regardless of the language barrier. He knew enough English and was good friends with Google Translate to be able to keep the conversation afloat. While floating there, I discovered he had a kid that kept him up at night. Along with that, of course was a girl. I presume the same that was on the background of his phone. Well, I guess I gained a new friend? I don't know if girls really allow their men to have friends that are girls, especially ones that are single and of a wandering nature. I mean, it's not like I expected our conversation to go anywhere, unless it was another trip to France. Then again, I'd rather cover more ground and go to new countries. So alas, another dating blog on your feed. But is it really defeat when there was no real stakes or goals in mind? As I have said before, I'm doing the whole dating yourself thing. And I've yet to disappoint. Just kidding; I've disappointed myself every day. But that's beside the point. This dessert goes out to the blatant signs right in front of your face that you fail to see because you are blinded by attraction.
This recipe simple because it's only as complicated as the mind makes it. It's kind of a trickery. It's a whipped marshmallow dipped in chocolate. It appears to be some delectable chocolate-covered decadent item. But, in it's purest form, it's simply a marshmallow covered in chocolate. Not melted by the campfire side with a roasted aroma. Not complemented between two honey golden Graham crackers. Plainly a marshmallow with a milk chocolate exterior. That's it. No sprinkles, no nuts. Just that. If you want to get fancy, which I don't, you can make your own marshmallow. But marshmallows don't do it for me so I'll leave it at that. And besides, if you've been keeping up, you know I have no access to an oven are real ingredients. I was told yesterday no oven absolutely not. Microwave and toaster only. Not a toaster oven, just a toaster with a down button and a nut button. Maybe America really is the land of the free.. Dublin, Darling!In this new chapter of my dating, I committed to no dating apps and no seeking relationships; anything that happens, happens. Well, last time I was in lovely Ireland, my Tinder was still in full swing. I swiped the entirety of the 8 days I was in the lush land of Ireland, from Dublin to Kilkenny, Kilarney to Dingle, The Ring of Kerr to Galway. Several guys that added me on Snapchat kept up with me occasionally on posts I would make or comments on posts they sent into cyberspace. One guy, in particular, was a sarcastic sort with a kind heart and even kinder eyes. He messaged me as soon as he saw I was in Dublin again. "Aye! You're back? I'm not in Dublin tonight, but will be back Monday." "Man, you'll just have missed me! I leave Monday morning." "Aww, next time. You came right back though, it seems." Our conversation continued as he was intrigued by my ability to float from Ireland to Italy, from Denmark to Spain. Then, the floodgates were opened and we talked about everything under the sun on the same side of the world we resided. Politics (other countries are so intrigued about Trump and how we elected him to rule our country), democracy, economics, kids, relationships, beer, careers, university, family dynamic, past jobs, Cinema, our individual personality flaws, lingo, accents.... until wee hours into the morning. The night I went on the bar crawl of Madrid, he was out drinking pints with his friends and sent me two drunk pictures. One, he was cute as a button, with a smug look and the other was him shirtless, which he was embarrassed about the next morning. Apologizing profusely, he said he's much more of a gentleman than that. I thought it was sweet how apologetic he was and concerned with my level of comfort. Flirting ignited and we responded and quite a rapid pace. One day, we took the other on a virtual tour of our current location. Via snapchat, we sent videos and pictures of the scenery, people, and activities in our current venturing spot. I sent him pictures of the village of Tres Cantos and I ventured one Sunday evening. And he was thrilled to be "teleported to Spain." We began messaging every day and he mentioned taking me on a date if I were there. My response that "I'm not very far" didn't amount to anything my fairy tale heart had imagined. I mean, I have weekends off and I love Ireland... At first, he liked the idea, and things seemed mutual. He glowed about places he could take me and things we could do. The idea was exciting, and it was quite nice to have someone just an hour apart I could talk to. We had an uncanny amount of things in common, we loved each other's accents, he was familiar with what part of Ireland my dad's side of the family was from, "The Daly's" before they migrated (yes, like birds, we fly!) to the Irish Channel in New Orleans during the famine. We laughed about differences in dialect and slang and our plans in life. We even shared a similar experience with our most recent relationship. He got into a relationship too quick and it didn't work out. He had to break up with her before her feelings for him overcast his feelings for her. He empathized when I shared my knee-jerk reaction to enter a relationship before leaving for the abroad chapter of my life. "You aren't even going to return to the same place? How could that--" "I know. You just don't know how he looked at me, or how it made me feel." "Yes, that happens... but I think you watch too many romance movies." Ahh, the truth that I am not going to allow the world to corrupt my bleeding fairy tale heart, I have no shame:)) Still excited about the trip, he did want to be respectful of my time here. "Are you sure you want to go back to Ireland instead of another country?" "If I have someone cool to spend it with-- of course! Besides, Ireland is my favorite thus far, anyway!" I could feel him smiling through the phone. We continued to flight and allude to plans. "Okay, if you're sure. :)" Then, that is until I made the statement, "well, if it goes well, you know what that means..." "What?" "Next time, you come visit me." Then, the notorious back-peddling" Well, I don't get many holidays and I am going to Australia in May...." "Yeah, but this is only January, silly. Coders don't get weekends off?" Radio Silence. "I need to think about this." Immediately, I screen-shot the progression in conversation and sent it to my Irish friend, Nicola. She gave me the down-low on Irish men and why she prefers Americans and other foreigners. We agreed he wouldn't go the distance, literally. She reminded me, lightheartedly about my blog and how I need to focus on that with guys ALL OVER Europe. With a response to no surprise, he stressed he doesn't get many holidays and is not at all adventurous and... I responded pleasantly and just said, "don't worry about it. Like I said, it's in my personality to be really excited about things. I had no intention to come on too strong and that's totally understandable." He continued to talk to me and engage in great conversation the next couple nights in a row. I would try to go to sleep and then he would pull me back in with something I couldn't resist commenting on or giving a snarky response to. Putting myself back into the game of dating myself and engaging with new people in new places, I accepted the great conversation was just that. I joked that he would eventually make an appearance on my blog. Naturally, he wasn't taken with this idea but.... as always, I do what I want ;)) Since we were on a roll, I decided this fair-skinned sweetie earned Irish Whiskey Truffles.Ingredients:
A couple months ago, I went out with a guy who was sweet as can be. He was intelligent beyond belief and works to inspire children to find their creative side. He published books and completed reviews on shows and other works published. He was encouraging on my works can genuinely was a good guy. Another writer Stephanie? Do you EVER LEARN? Is that why you are writing about him? You usually write about destruction. Did he flip a table? Did he turn out to be a third tier drug dealer? Lead the mafia? Did he forget to tell you of his 14 chitlins? No. He was one of the handful that I talked to that my best friend first. Here we go. Charleston is a much smaller town then it seems..... I've just never wanted to be someone's sloppy seconds. It's not that I'm not aware he's talked to girls before me-- I know, but I just don't want it to be someone I live with. I couldn't bare foot it to be the person I trust all my secrets with and date alongside. It feels like a competition I won't win. On our first date, we met at a very literary place, Poe's on Sullivan's Island. Yes, an Edgar Allan Poe themed restaurant. It's not at all cheesy and they have the best cheddar bacon fries in Charleston. One could get lost in the bathroom because the wallpaper is composed of his works. Poems and short stories plastered from ceiling to tile; any fan is in heaven This was the perfect place for two writers to meet. But, I knew this was going nowhere. Of the ones that came before him, they ruined any hope I could have in dating someone that had previously talked to her. This is a really really big world; it's a mad world to according to Gary Jules. My insecurities wouldn't let it go that his subconscious or even worse, conscious would linger back to her and "what if." So, I did what I do best and created distance. I was pleasant, but not flirty or in pursuit of anything this could be. Then, as escape route 7, I informed him I was moving. The message I recieved was something I could have never expected. "Well, I’m guessing since I have heard from ya that you don’t want to go out again 😞Regardless, it was really great meeting you. You seem like an amazing person.And even though I was being 100% honest when I said it before, I will repeat the sentiment without the possibility of kissing you: Your poetry is legit exceptional. I hope you at least consider submitting it to some major/paying publications in the future. Good luck in Spain. I’ll be around if you ever want to chat, especially if it’s about writing ✍️" This saying encounter had no hard feelings or dark endings that resulted in a heart beating in box but.... I couldn't resist making a dessert symbolizing one of my favorite Poe Poem.... Slice off the top of the cupcakeFrost (not Robert, we're talking about Poe here) underneathCut a tell tale heart out of the "top's" centerReplace onto cupcake and dust with an errie element of powdered sugar..... Or maybe they are one in the same.This random number texted me. He asked when we were hanging out. I said who this? He said Jon. I told him I didn't know who he was. He then texted "who is this". 🤔 "Wanna see my woody? Before awaiting a response, he sent 1 with piercings. [11/17, 12:40 AM] : You look gorgeous [11/17, 12:41 AM] : Im in love with your eyes and lips [11/17, 12:27 PM] Steph: Why thank you!! My lips are actually really small [11/18, 12:27 PM] : They aren’t really! [11/18, 12:28 PM] : They look awesome to me [11/18, 12:28 PM] : I wish I could taste them. Lol [11/18, 12:28 PM] : They are so perfect [11/18, 6:47 PM] Steph: LOL woah there [11/18, 11:34 PM]: Im sorry for being too straight forward. Lol Experience from a friend: I just had a guy tell me that he has no confidence in me. Because I told him that I may not be moving. I only told him because he asked me what was stressing me out. I hate everything. I don't know why people say thing that are hurtful 🍴 all I'm missing is the little spoon At 10:43 AM Sunday Morning: Hey there! Got this new wine, and it needs to be drank. You in or out? Did I say wine? I mean vodka where is my mind this morning. ^^Remember Mr. Parched? This is him ;) Canceled a date and swore he would make it up to me and then BAM! Ghosted me. Come out to the bar. Nah, staying in tonight. Okay, I'll leave and you can come over. Umm, no? Not your hook-up type. hey. hey. hey. By the way, you're really cute! And your personality seems like a lot of fun:) Would you want to get together? Would definitely love to hang out with you. Your body is smart (and easy on the eyes) ^^How can my body be smart? Thank you? Also, no matter how many times I tried to redirect it to a "date," he refused to call it such. #hookup Can smell them a mile away. Hey, can I get an ass pic? Hey, can I get a gtfo? Hopefully this is my last move Why do you move so much? Money. Do you like money? Not too much. How do you live? ^^^ I'll be honest...this is not where I thought this was going. I've been asked on multiple occasions how I feel about a sugar daddy. Well thank you :) you're going to make a ginger blush, that's a feat. Anything else I can check off in your dream journal? ^gasp! Who told him about the dream journal?! lol Experience from a friend: I mean, I didn't even know if you were okay. I know you're bad with phones but.. I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. So, are you still wanting to talk or...? Proceeds to ghost her. Raising the Bar; |
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