Reviewing my blog dashboard and trying to decide which reject (you know, whom inevitably rejected me) to cast in my next post and I couldn't help but marvel at the two pictures I used for the cold-hearted frostbite feature. Sure, he was an insecurity gone terminal, but those pictures were quite magnificent. I kinda just hit the ground running with this blog thing and didn't do much research on the standards created by the BBA (Bold Blog Alliance) and I didn't read the book written by Bloggin' with Spears, "Hit Post Just One More Time." I just poured my stories into a pan and preheated the oven. Then I read a couple Blogging for Idiots entries which demanded you submit pictures with your posts-- no one wants to read a bunch of words on a dim lit screen by an amateur unless there's pictures threaded throughout (and enticing content, of course but what isn't entertaining about going out with a guy who has a breathalyzer on his car?). I started snapping artsy pictures that could be relevant but seldom gave them titles or gave myself credit for the pictures. If there's a picture on my post that doesn't have a link attached, it's a Stephanie Original :)) I'm actually proud of them; especially the ones when it's in a new setting, I've yet to experience. This post is about dating yourself. I canceled a date for Thursday because I'm overwhelmed with letting everyone else have their phone calls, dinner shifts, and me just getting the time left over. I always joke to guys that come back to me after deciding they can do better that "I'm no one's sloppy seconds, I'm the main course." Well, why should I be an exception to that rule? It was empowering and liberating to clear out a day for me. And, in case you were wondering, I didn't provide this guy (who wanted to go dutch... I'm going to abstain from touching this topic) a tired excuse, the good ole ghosting sprinkled with a self-esteem plummet, or a plain, old-fashioned rejection. I told him the truth- GASP! Stephanie, what kinda crazy sh*t are you on?! He never did me any harm, so I thought I owed him the same courtesy... and he loved me for it. Well-- not literally, but hey! This is another non-fictitious tale so at this point, neither of us would be surprised! I've included his response because it was, well not shitty. And hey woah, you do what you need to do to find your zen 👍 I completely understand what it means to be busy and stressed and I also know that it sucks a lot of dick to deal with it all alone. I’ll be here if you need an ear to listen to you. How about this, I’m getting ready to go to Michigan until the beginning of August. I won’t text you again until I get back and then we can see where things are at. Worst case scenario is that you found some male model whose better looking than me and you’re both living happily ever after (I knew I shouldn’t have brought up Gaston) hehe 😜 I’m sorry you had a bad day, I hope tomorrow turns out better for you and that you get this second job wherever it may be and that sleep a little easier tonight 🙂 I want this post to be living proof that not-ghosting someone is always better in the long-run. Sure, the beginning may be uncomfortable and you may have thrown up once just thinking about it, but it's totally worth it. It makes you a better person who addresses problems instead of taking the easy way out and ignoring them. I know, I know-- is there ever really an easy way? The other gold lining (who needs silver when you're worth more? ;) is, you become more of a beautiful person, able to add richness to this Minnesota-winter kind of world, when you chase what you need. Me time, travel the 50 states to really understand this whole Proud to Be An American thing, scream into a pink pillow case (Very specific, I know but, hey! Who am I to say what YOU need), eat an entire tray of brownies, or frolic around the ocean as if you're Ariel's long lost sister with more common sense (you wouldn't trade your voice for a man you haven't met... now a guy you have met with arms resembling Hercules' --that's different) commit to it, and do it for y-o-u. These were all examples, I'm not admitting that I've done or aspired to do these things. Don't mind me, just hiking with my best friend in Minnesota in January, enjoying frozen waterfalls instead of frozen dinner and Netflix.
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