Ever been on a date that you thought went well and then when it amounts to nothing, you wonder if it was something you said or didn't do?This part two story leaves off at the tail end of me and Mr. Roadtrip Rascal's first date. He was shady about his social media and making me a part of his, yet he told a complete stranger that I was his wife and accused him of thinking I was hot. We both were quite intoxicated and made our way back in a pedicab to our hotel. Up 8 flights to the room, we got intimate in more than one way and the conversation took a turn. I became completely vulnerable and relinquished a secret and instantly started to push him away. His tone became serious as he turned my face towards his. “Stephanie, this is not up to you. You can’t make that decision of how I’m going to respond. I’m not going to get rid of you.” I fell asleep in his arms and then flirted our way out of New Orleans on Sunday morning. Then, his catch phrase for the ride home was, "it's not like I'm ever going to see you again." Okay... I thought. "Whatever you say jealousy." While Gin Blossoms played in my head, he spat, "You got all excited when I called you my wife." "No, I found it humorous that of all the things you could have called me (your: hoe, side piece, hinge date, girl named Friday, late for dinner....list goes on)." The conversation fizzled along with the connection. I stepped out of the car, and for the most part, out of his life. I'm not a fan of loose ends so, I tied things up to genuinely show my appreciation for such an adventurous first date. I'll be damned if that boy really did never see me again.His finale was a series of drunk calls the following Friday, beckoning me to "come cuddle." After hanging up on me and spatting some interesting words, I went to sleep for my 9am work shift the next day.
Of course he didn't recall any of it, but apologized profusely. I guess this interaction was short-lived, but a trip for the books....or posts. In the spirit of New Orleans' spell-boinding nature and thr fact that this boy spelled out my place in his immediate future, I found "Truth Serum" appropriate. 1 part Campari1 part sweet vermouth 1 part gin 1 drop angostura bitters ice directionsChill a martini glass. Combine the campari, vermouth, gin, and bitters in a shaker with ice. Shake well then strain into the chilled glass. Serve immediately. https://www.cdkitchen.com/recipes/recs/218/Truth-Serum81794.shtml
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