Deleting, downloading, deleting, downloading and swearing it off doesn’t seem to last when loneliness or boredom knocks on my door. I’d love to boast and shout by the hairs of my chinny chin chin that I’m a fine independent woman that isn’t seeking digital or physical affection from a man. I’d like to say that I and focus on my career and avenues to success, but a liar is one thing I’m not. Sometimes my singleness hits me like a brick-house on a stripped pair of leggings. So what did I do? Download a dating app and here are a few of the hooligans I found. These are just the highlights..... Here's the circus animals; call me the ring leader.It always amazes me to what extent guys will go to to make things sexual. You know nothing about me, including the vitals like if I'm diseased, a cereal killer, or the antagonist from a horror film. All I can give this guy and the other "animals" spotlighted in this post is, at least they ARE being who they are. If you're a sleez, I guess show me now other than later. This guy already has TWO blog posts dedicated to him. He's still bitter that I deemed he wasn't my type. Remember the 80's themed party in Charleston? Thaaaaaat's him. This is, however, an accurate portrayal of how random guys' inquiry for nudes or solicited dick pics are sent. Initial response. Painful isn't it? I'm not gonna spoon these baboons, so they can make their own dessert. Ingredients: fruit loops/ring leader flavors and milk.
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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/ A day trip to Barcelona and lunch with a friend from Cake Club changed everything.After a night babysitting for the family outside of Madrid I was enduring, I woke up bright and early Saturday morning and headed to the airport for my 23 hour trip in Barcelona. After making my second connection by train, panic consumed me when I realized I didn't have my passport in my bag. I wasn't thinking! Just because I'm leaving one Spanish city for another doesn't mean my passport is no longer required! AHH! I did the only thing I could, I flipped a table. Just kidding. There was no table on this train. I called the father of this family and begged an pleaded for him to possibly bring it to me. After a little hesitation, he agreed and dug through all of my stuff in my closet to find it. My directions were (I thought) clear of where it was to retrieve it, but alas, he found my hoarded snacks, half-empty bottle of sangria, and shreds of my dignity. I say half-empty, not because I am a pessimist, but simply because I had a rough night the day prior. hehe. So, while I was here for one day, I told a friend (I know from cake club in Dallas) how horrible of a situation I was in over carne tacos. Yes, I was in a cake club where we met once a month where we baked a cake monthly according to a theme. So, thanks to Facebook, this particular cake club member and I kept up when I moved to Charleston (from DFW) and she moved to Barcelona. On my 20 hour trip to Barcelona, I started my trip at her lovely home to catch up. Yes, I booked a flight landing in Barcelona at 1pm on Saturday and leaving 9am on Sunday. Hey, train prices were outrageous, my acquaintance and I were going out dancing anyway, and now, no hostel! So, along my fast-track through Barcelona. I unpacked my horror story from my "home" in Madrid. Obviously, there are so many things wrong with that sentence, but I just can't go there anymore. In awe that someone could treat someone "as sweet as me" like that, she said she knew families in Barcelona needing an aupair and would text them after our lunch, which she treated :))) After giving me a bus pass, I headed out to the city to play tourist for the hours I had left. One mom messaged me minutes after leaving my cake club friend. After sending her my aupair profile, she requested an interview; so I took a metro to their house. I met them and had a 2 1/2 hour interview!! This family speaks English and wants me to cook for them, bring the kids to activities/school, and help with homework and weekend babysitting. I felt like Aladdin probably did when he accidentally rubbed genie's lamp. I I sure have never had a friend like my cake club gal! This Barcelona mom even made a joke that I get my own towel and wash rag and sheets. Not only would I be physically and mentally in a better situation, but emotionally too! Now I'll have connections because I have the acquaintance from high school I'm going dancing with and an adult friend from cake club that both live here in Barcelona. My genie wasn't blue and voiced by Robin Williams.... she looked a little something like this:I found it only suiting to share one of the cake recipes she made for cake club that was one of my favorites OF ALL TIME. It was actually, dare I say, magical.Like friendships in life, this cake has many intricate parts and layers, but make up a delectable treat to help you through life.
Yields three 6” cakes 1/2 cup brown butter, room temp Leslie re-hardens the melted brown butter in the fridge, then whips it for the recipe 1 cup sugar 1/3 cup light brown sugar, packed 2 eggs 2 yolks 1/4 cup grapeseed oil 1 teaspoon vanilla 1 1/4 cup flour 1/2 teaspoon baking powder 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/2 cup milk Grease and line three 6” cake pans and preheat the oven to 350F. Combine the flour, baking powder, salt and cinnamon in a bowl and whisk them all together. Set the bowl aside. Using a stand mixer with the paddle attachment, cream the brown butter, sugar and brown sugar until they are light and fluffy. Slowly stream in the eggs, yolks, oil and vanilla. Mix on medium speed until the wet ingredients have fully emulsified, stopping to scrape down sides from time to time. Add the milk and dry ingredients alternately, beginning and ending with the dry ingredients, scraping down sides between each addition. Mix on low until the final dry ingredient addition is fully incorporated. Divide the batter evenly between the three 6” cake pans and bake them at 350F for 20-25 mins or until they just start to get golden brown around the edges. Remove the cakes from their pans and let them cool completely before them using to assemble the CHURRO CAAAAAAAAKE. Alternately — store the cakes in the freezer, well wrapped for up to a month until ready to use. 2 cups pecans 1/2 cup maple syrup 1 teaspoon kosher salt scant 1/8 teaspoon cayenne 1 1/2 cups valrhona white chocolate, coarsely chopped 1/3 cup light corn syrup 1 ¼ teapsoon white (shiro) miso 1 teaspoon kosher salt 2 tablespoon + 1 teaspoon light brown sugar 1 1/3 cups heavy cream Preheat the oven to 300F. Throw the first 4 ingredients into a medium-sized bowl, and toss thoroughly. Transfer to a parchment-lined baking sheet and roast for about 15 minutes. Halfway through the baking process, pull out the sheet and stir everything around. You’re looking for the nuts to turn dark without being burnt. The darker the nut, the better the flavor: mahogany is the color you want. Remove the nuts from the oven and let them cool for 5 minutes, then grind them in a food processor until they break down into butter – this takes several minutes. You should have about 1 cup of Praline butter. Put this amount in a medium mixing bowl and set aside. Combine 1 cup of white chocolate with the rest of the ingredients—except the heavy cream—in a small saucepan. Heat over medium-low heat, stirring constantly with a heatproof spatula. Once the chocolate melts, turn the heat up to medium and continue to cook, stirring constantly, to caramelize the white chocolate. Once the mixture becomes a shade darker than shiro miso, remove it from the heat and slowly whisk in the heavy cream and unmelted white chocolate. If it seizes or doesn’t fully homogenize, then put it back on the stove top and heat it on low, whisking constantly. While the chocolate mixture is still warm, marry it with the pecan butter and store in an airtight container in the refrigerator overnight. 6 ounces european style butter, room temperature 2 cups powdered sugar 2 tablespoon heavy cream 1/2 teaspoon vanilla 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon 2 1/2 ounces bittersweet chocolate, melted, then cooled 2 1/2 ounces white chocolate, melted, then cooled 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt Using a stand mixer with the paddle attachment, cream the butter on high speed until it’s light, fluffy and totally smooth with no lumps. Scrape down the sides of the bowl several times during this process and quadruple check there aren’t any lumps of butter before you move on to the next step. Add powdered sugar ½ cup at a time and mix on low until combined and all the powdered sugar is incorporated into the frosting. Add the vanilla, cinnamon and salt and mix until combined. Scrape down sides and give the frosting another go-round in the mixer on medium speed. Stream in both of the melted chocolates with the mixer on low and continue mixing until they are both fully combined and no streaks remain. Use the frosting immediately to assemble the churro cake, or store in the refrigerator for up to a week (or one month in the freezer). If storing, return the frosting to room temp and loosen it in the stand mixer before using. 2 cups sugar 2 tablespoons ground cinnamon 1 tablespoon kosher salt 1 cup milk 2 ounces european style butter (1/2 stick) 2 teaspoons sugar 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 cup all purpose flour 4 eggs 4 cups canola oil Preheat the oven to 250F Mix the first cinnamon and sugar measurement together in a medium bowl and set aside. Add the milk, butter, sugar and salt to a medium saucepan and bring it to a boil over medium high heat. Dump the flour into the milk and stir it vigorously without stopping with a sturdy wooden spoon for one minute to cook the flour. The batter will be really thick and you’ll use some muscles stirring it. Transfer the mixture to stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment and let it cool for 5 minutes. Turn the mixer on medium speed and add the eggs one at a time. Let each egg fully incorporate before adding the next one. Meanwhile, pour four cups of oil into a 1.5 quart saucepan and heat it to 350F Transfer the batter to a piping bag with a star-tip (we like using a medium closed tip) and pipe the batter into the oil, cutting it with scissors every 2 inches so perfect churros drop into the oil. Fry all of the batter 6 at a time until they are deep golden brown. Use a slotted spoon to remove the churros from the oil and put them onto a paper towel-lined pan. Let them cool for a minute, then toss them into the bowl with the cinnamon sugar and coat them. You are going to use some of these churros to decorate the finished cake and the rest to make the churro crunchies that go inside the cake. To do this, take some of the churros and break them up in to pieces about the size of grapes. You will need 2 cups-worth of broken up churro bits. Set the remaining churros aside to decorate the cake. In a medium bowl, toss the broken up churros with ⅓ cup of the cinnamon sugar mixture, reserving the leftover mixture to coat the sides of the assembled cake. Spread the churro bits onto a parchment lined baking sheet and bake for 25 minutes, until they are crunchy, deep golden brown and caramelized. Let the snaps cool completely before using them to assemble the churro cake. https://www.thekitchykitchen.com/?recipes=/churro-cake/ 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:
So, I will stop dragging this post out so long... Maybe it's subconsciously because, once I write him, I know I can't right him. The Back to the Future font is a poke at how I've been here so many times before. My future unravels to the travesties of my past. A vicious cycle in matters of the heart keeps rising to torrential floods, though it's been drained and pushed through levies and dams. To resume the encounter that later pegged me as the idiom, like in the Pink Panther remake: "He's pushing up daisies." "He is not pushing up daisies- he is dead!" "It's an idiom." "YOU SIR ARE THE IDIOM." DATE 5 IN HIS HOME: After painting an eighth of the hallway with the roller, like a boss I might add (just kidding, he went back over it), my neck became inflamed and tears of agony rolled down my cheeks. Thankfully an hour prior, I had revealed my drunk driving accident that my good friend from college, her fiance, their unborn baby, and I should not have survived to him. He just held me. Without a word, without asking for my excuse-- he wrapped me in his arms and harbored me. Embarrassed, I apologized and of course he told me not to be silly. He doctored me up and later even gave me a massage. The night slipped away and I woke up two hours early to ensure I made it to work with the deplorable traffic from the influx of country folk driving to the city Monday morning. Our texting and cuteness continued as normal and we even ended Monday night with a phone call. He made a comment that I found a little out of context but shrugged it off in the moment: "I bet you're going to meet some doctor on your next trip." I reassured his insecurity and flipped that he would find one with "an ass more perfect than mine." Another quote I should've added to yesterday's list of things he'd say. After the phone call, I got a strange inkling to check his tinder. Not only did upload a new picture, but he changed his profile text from two paragraphs to bullet-points. Not to be spiteful, but A) the pic was horrid lighting B) the picture itself....well, let's just say if he would have made that his main pic when I was swiping, it may not have been a match C) the content on the bullet points were 'aight D) I actually saw the "legally separated" this time He loves memes so I wanted to text him: If he lied about something so trivial, what ELSE has he lied about or is he capable of lying about?I never asked if he was going to delete his apps... he volunteered that information, well-aware he still had it downloaded. I am uncertain if he was upset I didn't reciprocate the confession of deletion or maybe it was a test I didn't pass? But it was AFTER that when he offered the invitation of his corporate Christmas party... that's kind of a big dill and he thinks he's the pickle. It ate away at me that I saw this lie because I had already relinquished some of my trust to him. I continued conversation with him and didn't see much of a difference on his end. That is until this morning. I sent a response to his comment last night that I fell asleep before reading and he never responded. ALL DAY. Okay... guess one of his new matches is taking precedence?? And then I took my stalking to the next level and discovered it's not that his phone is broken or "too busy" at work. His maturity baffles me. A 30-year-old with 2 dogs, a house, and a divorce under his belt, you would think he would use his words when he stumbles upon conflict.
Here's a list of ingredients; he can put it together himself... and paint his own damn house.Flour. Eggs, Yeast, Imitation Vanilla, Baking Powder, lemon juice, spices, chocolate, peanut butter, fruits, nuts. Sugar. Syrup, Molasses, White Sugar, Brown Sugar, cocoa, Powdered Sugar, condensed milk.
Online dating gets such a bad rep, but I find it quite humorous at times. Everything in life is what you make it and I'm a huge believer of that. This conversation was puntastic and had to share. He gave me his number so, naturally, I began the banter...This is Domino's and we wanted to let you know that your 15 pizzas have been lost in route and we are more than willing to refund your order by 50%. We can also save you 15% or more on car insurance if you want to bundle Oh man! Did I ever get excited just now to think I might have 15 pizzas coming to my door! No pizzas...just a girl yanking on my heart strings ☹️🥀 What else is new? LOL have you met the girls in this town😂 they're all looking for a slice🍕 Of course they looking for a pizza s'thing...What do ya expect from a bunch of meat lovers At this point there's no topping them They can be too saucy for my liking The sausage is the one that's always packing the heat I really don't have mushroom in my heart for em anymore For real dough? I think yer on a roll I need to be baked in a flour I can rise to the occasion Knead* Parm! I would make it cheesy by making a spelling error Some are just born & bread to be cheesy and others are like garlic and knot I still believe a friend zone is a calzone you should share with your friends. Parmesan what I'm saying? A palzone! 😂I've always wanted to drive a Zamboni while eating a stromboli... It would be so hot but chill at the same time. Zesty bestie. Pepper could ride shotgun if she wasn't such a flake. Pepper is such a flake! Anytime her name comes up I'm just like "oh dear, oregano again!" I'm alfredo we have a problem So wine ought we talk about it Once you uncork it it's magic, like pesto! Olive it! 😍 I'm having mozz of fun We're awesome..noone can tapas Like the dough, that's a stretch That joke like a pizza... You should prolly toss it 4 HOURS LATER I would like to say I was sauced when I red your message .. There's no subtle dessert to dish....Brownie Dessert Pizza
Prepare brownie mix as directed on the back of the brownie mix box. Stir chocolate chips into brownie mix. Evenly, pour brownie mix into prepared pizza pan. Bake for 25 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Let cool and top with chocolate peanut butter and sprinkle your favorite candy toppings atop. Use a pizza cutter to cut into 8-10 slices and enjoy! https://deliciouslysprinkled.com/brownie-dessert-pizza/ I've never met a guy so pride-slighted from a gentle rejection. Gentle Rejection (n) the lavender-infused dismissing or refusing of a proposal or idea, wrapped in a snuggie and tied with an apology ribbon. Sure, rejection isn't easy on anyone. Have you read my blog? There's been approximately 349 times I've been rejected, then again probably have dished out 50 or so...okay, fine. 100 rejections. But each time, I feel you have the opportunity to be more and more empathetic, while conveying concisely your true feelings in the matter. This rejection is specially in reference to the double date guy from the 80's party. The percentages of double dates working out for both parties are probably that of becoming an Olympic Underwater Basket-weaver. Grandma Milly may love your sweetwater baskets, but gold medals have an impossible exchange rate. In this situation, his friend locked in a 2nd date with his counterpart but with me.... well, he set himself up not to. Quick recap: he was the neon headband wearing hottie who called me out in the club for dating more than one guy at a time. He said something to the effect of, "If you're not going to just date me, then you're not going to date me at all." Valid point. I see his priorities and appreciate them BUT I don't even know him that well AND am not in a state of mind, intoxication (just kidding), or place where I wish to clear the bench for him. He gave off a certain vibe that nudged me to "keep looking." So, fast forward to the night my bestie was having her guy from the double over... I was having a bum night and didn't have anyone over, nor did I wish to be sharing that night with anyone. So, minding my own business as I was, I received a text from electric headband: "Have fun on your date a hole." I don't think I was even called an a hole in middle school. baha. Also, assumptions are cute... I actually was home alone in my bed eating homemade brownies, THANK YOU. ....What can I say? It's a sure way to not be disappointed. He claimed it was just an excuse and never talked to me again. I was pretty distraught. ;)) Ohhhh sarcasm, my one true love. Okay, so he's not crazy, but this is hysterical! Never bored with bored games ;)) I'm sure he's onto dating other cute girls so give me a break dude!Kit-Kat S'mores Bars INGREDIENTS: • 1 stick unsalted butter • 1/2 cup granulated sugar • 1 large egg • 1 teaspoon vanilla • 5 full sheets graham crackers, crushed • 3/4 cup all purpose flour • 1/4 teaspoon salt • 1 teaspoon baking powder • 16 miniature Kit-Kat bars, crushed • 1 1/2 cups mini marshmallows DIRECTIONS:Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Generously coat an 8-inch square baking pan with nonstick cooking spray. In a large bowl, with an electric mixer, beat the sugar and butter together until smooth and creamy. Add in the egg and vanilla until incorporated. Add in the graham crackers, flour, salt, and baking powered until combined. (Dough will be sticky.) Coat the back of a spatula with nonstick spray; spread half of the dough into the pan evenly. Sprinkle the Kit-Kat pieces over the dough, followed by the marshmallows. Flatten pieces of the remaining dough and place them on top of the marshmallows. Baked for about 30 minutes http://www.inkatrinaskitchen.com/kit-kat-smores-bars/ No smore!Here's the scoop:I've gone on an astonishing number of first dates. It's not for bragging rights, nor is it a concealed part of my reality. It's quite apparent my candidness to these interactions because I learn from them more than More than half of them ended in disaster (which you've probably read about here, dripping with sarcasm and creative prose) and a quarter of them were either so sub-par on both sides, that we kind of mutually phased each other out OR they sprinted for the exit sign. If my memory serves me, a few even made their own exit: The remaining quarter of them turn into flings until the inevitable dismay. I'm not dooming these interactions, just illustrating my experiences... hence this blog of connection casualties. No bitterness here, I have found fruition in all of it; I actually appreciate singleness. It's a certain freedom I've never appreciated. Texting is a perfect example of this. I've developed a habit of allowing messages to build up like an email stuffed with too many subscriptions to stores, services, and interests. Messages sometimes go unread and unanswered for hours if not a day (or days if I'm overwhelmed). This would be quite a problem for a significant other, because there is a certain level of communication that must be maintained to cultivate and maintain a healthy relationship. Since I do not have my name or heart strings tied to anyone in my immediate present, some of the stress to change this and constantly keep up with my phone 18 hours a day, is alleviated. I am free to navigate my day according to the events that rise and be present in that moment whether it be working late at my 3rd job, getting a drink with a friend, or binge watching Parks until Leslie and Ben get together. This "freedom" is something I refuse to take advantage of :)) The art of adapting is key to each season you walk through in this beautiful life. And in a way, dating is a way to unearth the beauty in this world by sharing laughs, cups of Joe (or Joey: "how YOU doing?), interests, and overall, assessing long-term compatibility. People typically open a part of themselves when engaging in a potentially intimate relationships that they wouldn't dare release in a friend, professional, or sometimes even family interaction. You learn someone's perspective of the world based on their background, experiences, obstacles, and endeavors. I've tucked away life lessons, sticky notes of advice, and "what not to do's" from past dates and wouldn't undo them if given the opportunity. I'm sure I've provided more than enough of these (especially the negative ones because "a handful" is something I've been notorious of being... which, I'm kind of okay with. At least a guy will never get bored of me. Without a DOUBT. #believeyoume #cantbelieveitsnotbutter #stephyall #crazybutnotlazy #burstingwithemotion #inneremopunkrockkid #noeyeliner #converse&vanswillmakeherdance “You learn something every day if you pay attention.” – Ray LeBlond Even predate, I'm constantly scanning, analyzing, over-analyzing (yes, I am indeed a female) the words, the intentions, and the underlying meanings of the guys I engage with. I'm learning their humor, their pet peevs, and their reactions, which is ultimately uncovering the degree of his character. “We learn from failure, not from success!” – Bram Stoker “The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.” – Michel Legrand “Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.” – Helen Keller “The important thing is not to stop questioning; curiosity has its own reason for existing.” – Albert Einstein “I never learned from a man who agreed with me.” – Robert A. Heinlein “The beautiful thing about learning is nobody can take it away from you.” – B. B. King “Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young.” – Henry Ford “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” – Socrates “People learn something every day, and a lot of times it’s that what they learned the day before was wrong.” – Bill Vaughan “Vision without execution is just hallucination.” – Henry Ford “The difference between school and life? In school, you’re taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you’re given a test that teaches you a lesson.” – Tom Bodett “I maintained my edge by always being a student; you will always have something new to learn.” – Jackie Joyner Kersee “Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow.” – Ronald E. Osborn “The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.” – Walt Disney “There are no regrets in life, just lessons.” – Jennifer Aniston “The education of a man is never completed until he dies.” – Robert E. Lee “Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.” – Benjamin Franklin "The day you stop learning is the day you die." -Michael Scott Well, I don't know necessarily to this extreme, but regardless, I'm not ready to die. "I don't wanna die today-- I don't wanna diiiiiiiie." Thank you, Logic. Ultimately, I am learning how I want to be loved and how to continue creating myself while loving someone without reservation. Sure, easily composed into print, but execution requires a certain level of patience and selflessness. These are both areas that need severe reconstruction and beautification.Ice Cream made by hand is the most suiting recipe for a fresh-take on dating. Pessimism flavor: discontinued.
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I found in my past interactions with potential male companions, that they develop quite an irrational annoyance and frustration in me withholding a certain fact about me. Address? Type of salad dressing? Rationale for loathing potatoes? Favorite position? E) none of the above. The answer we were looking for was: my middle name. Time factor is relevant some demand it in weeks, months, or even days. I think the real thrill is the fact that I won't relinquish the information. I even had a guy go as far to conduct a background check on me only to find the results utterly disappointing. :Stephanie Jackson" along with my birthday in a couple other identifying factors were exhibited plainly in the report but, thankfully, my middle name was withheld. I'm perplexed as to why this is such a critical piece of information. Half the guys I've interacted with aren't interested in the shade of my soul or the type and socks I wear. Extra low-cut in case you're wondering... Got to have that no-show Vans look. But hey! A girl as extroverted as me needs to have some secrets right? Also it's more like a personal thing. It's a choice and it's my right. I'm not really in control too much in this world so that's something that's mine. I still crack up at the guy that got a background check on me. Hopefully he didn't see that time I held up a bakery for a little dough;) There was another guy that tried and tried, yet he already had both addresses I spend 98% of my time at between the two, my birthdate, my height, my favorites of sorts, and regrettably my trust... but I still couldn't relinquish my middle name. The piece of me that has a slightly painful reminder of someone I never fully got to know. This person guessed and he guessed but couldn't blow my house down. A third young lad found it quite humorous that I wouldn't share the information. He was curious and requested a list of individuals that have learned such a secret. My best friend and ex both received a text message today requesting such information. Just kidding, I don't give out their numbers. Personally, I think it comes down to Curious George (no yellow hat or man necessarily required) and wanting what you can't have. Don't think that I'm innocent of this. I'm tempted by this more than I care to admit. People that have made every effort to hurt me, I still have a lingering curiosity. It's almost like I dismiss the negativity and savor the rare shining moments... but like the Sunday's sun, alas they are gone. Leaving me and my ingredients to cook something crafty. Name this Dessert
Of the 8,000 texts I send a month (probably more... hehe) I think there is something to say about the texts we've never sent. Texts we've drafted in our minds or even with our furious thumbs, only to be discarded against our better judgment. What's so harmful in a little 100 character message? It could actually change someone's life... sticks and stones, remember?Here are some texts I never sent.... just off the top of my head.... Good morning! I just wanted to say hey! Oh, and you kind of popped up in my dreams the last two consecutive nights and couldn't help but spark my curiosity of how you are. You don't have to respond to this. I erased it and try it again. It sounded too jovial. Hey! What's up? I hope you've been doing really well... I'm kind of haphazard to text you because I know what it would do to me if I received a text from you. But we're different so you might be okay. Anyway hope you're having a great day you deserve it Wow that was too suggestive. Hey ...It's me. Not to sound like the beginning of an Adele song... You know how we both feel about Adele. I miss you. I don't intend for those words to wage war, or for it to really be taken anywhere. I just mean them. That's way too heavy to put on a phone line shared by millions. Hey kid! Hope you're kicking ass and taking names and then, like in Family Guy, "giving those names to other guys you kicked their ass." Humor is the best medicine, right? I know you're living your life without me but.. Damn, am I starting some punk rock song? asldjfoem Tequila always knows what to say. Hey! I know you're doing your thing, but I just wanted to pop-in and say hey. Have a stellar day:)) Text after text message, I kept jumping back in. But why do we choose to reserve or delete these words from being sent through cyber/phone space in the matter of seconds if we can send a follow-up text with **** or "my bad" or the ever popular, "I was drunk?" I don't know about you guys, but for me, it's because words are not that easily forgiven and in many cases impossible to forget-- ESPECIALLY if they are from someone you care about deeply.Well, fine! Baha real mature. 2-year-old tantrum, 26 years past your prime. Happy Friday! Hey how's work and stuffs.... I don't know why this is so difficult. This should be someone that I can talk to. But, there becomes a point where the talking is not safe. These messages or longing for them should be tapered over time. Over means over so many things; finished, kaput. So, supervising myself from sending things you can't retract and won't have a positive impact, is crucial. With great texting, comes great responsibility.... Wait, is texting even great? Sigh. I'll just go bake a cake or something... *fork ready* Good grief, let's have a quiche!Whip 5 eggs, 1 cup of milk, seasonings (basil, Cajun seasoning, pepper, garlic), 2 cups of cheese (of your choice shredded), and veggies of choice (1-2 cups). Pour this into pie shell of your choosing and bake, baby bake.
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