And so, it's time again to revisit a story that has since passed. A date with a man whom was all the rage in February. And yes, that was the actual month that this took place. "Oh my gosh, Stephanie aren't you afraid of him reading it and by revealing the date, he could confirm it's him?" I'm more likely to get shot out of a cannon than him reading my blog. After all, he was quick to tear it down.... a lot like me. And I think that's one of the reasons I felt he didn't even deserve a blog post. Didn't deserve the air I had to breathe unless it was angry poems, of which are strung through previous posts, fueled by my anguish and frustration and bitterness of him and the time of mine he wasted. He wasted my trust, he wasted my patience, he wasted my charm, and I wish you could say he wasted my empathy... But I've come to the conclusion, I possibly have an endless supply. Which is both a gift and a curse. So, before he ridiculed my dream and my efforts to become an aspiring writer, he was funny and notorious for making those tired little pick-up lines, new again. You're the most beautiful girl, you're gorgeous, I want you to be mine, no guy realizes what he's passed up, I'm after your heart, you're worth it, I'm trying to give you the world, and the ever fraudulent: I'll take you places you've never been. Oh he took me places, like Deceit Drive, Manipulation Station, and Bitterness Boulevard, but silly boy, I've been down all those paths before; you're not unique in that. It's not that I'm THAT naive, but more so, hopeful. Hopeful that he meant it and just wasn't very original. Hopeful that he that he wanted something more just an accompaniment, but a better half.... oh, that lines has been used on me too.... but that fell off the lips and slid down the beard of a different dude. THIS DUDE knew what he was doing. His rehearsed words, were not at all just that-- they were the beginning of his operant conditioning, you know, the bell accompanied with reinforcement of things to make me droll. The device in which to control. We resided in different states, so all of our correspondence were via video chat and flirty text. We decided to meet at a central coordinate (well, mostly) at, you guessed it, MAGIC KINGDOM. The home of Cinderella's Castle and "where dreams come true." I don't know if it's because I failed to ever find Neverland and now I've been doomed to ruthless aging of adulthood, but the magic was gone this time. At the ticket counter, the most majestic-looking grandfather, dressed in baby blue pinstripes, asked if we were celebrating anything. He asked the WRONG GIRL. I celebrate new shoes or a day I didn't experience road rage from getting cutoff by a person without a blinker (not speaking from experience or anything) or even the fact that it's not Monday. Now that you have a little background information, can you guess what I said? "Oh my gosh! We are actually on our first date! I'm sure there's not a pin for that but...." This is not a story about a girl getting pinned (even though I often dream of the 50's dating etiquette)With our pins secured on the left side of both of our cotton t-shirts and his hand in mine, I practically skipped through the front gates. I buzzed around like a kid hocked up on Mountain Dew and even took pictures of the trash bins because to me, they too were magical. He refused to take a picture in front of the Cinderella Castle, so I cast him as photographer..... wondering now if he didn't want that picture because he knew very well, that's a memory he'll easily dispose. The date carried on as we waited in line, became sucked into street performances practically on every corner, and even got to watch two rides break down right before our eyes (Ooooooo! Ahhhhh!). Later, he developed a migraine and hoped food and air at a lower magical altitude may alleviate the pain. He selected a restaurant of which he knew the genre of food was one of my all time favorites! Maybe he was still into me... After laughs and crawfish, we returned to the park. Less hand-holding, but now we got to ride coasters in the dark-- smashing good fun! Then, our eyes feasted on one of the most elaborate, nearly heart-stopping firework shows ever orchestrated. Later that night, he basically ended things in. the. shower. Are you kidding me? Nothing like washing the day off like washing the girl I took to Disney off so I can return to my state and condition someone else to be what I want for a period of time. I've been dumped in so many colorful ways.... I just never thought following a full-day at the place notorious for dreams coming true, where there is a 7 year waiting list to get married in front of the castle, or even in the corner by the mickey-shaped pretzels, would be my next place. Life will never stop surprising you... And just like a magician's final act, he was gone in a puff of smoke. Oh, and to add insult to injury, he left his pin (the matching Disney pin) in my console. Sharp with intent to prick, he was just that. Hey Mickey, you're so fine, crispy treat divine; hey Mickey! Hey-Hey-Hey Mickey! 1/4 cup butter 4 cups miniature marshmallows 5 cups rice crispy treats
You never need a guy (or a girl) to make your dreams come true! (I had to ;)
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