This is an innuendo for sure...This boy was a sweet country boy but had many secrets… I don’t mean like bad habits that he wanted to keep the girl he was in hot pursuit of from knowing or that he can’t hold down a job; nor was it painful scars from his past. His secrets were run-ins or inevitable future run-ins with the law. But that’s not why I left him. He took me to shooting ranges in great forests and ones confined by white walls with adjustable targets. The more knowledge I gained about the guns he possessed, the less I knew about him. But, it’s not like I lowered my walls. He didn’t know of my past life in Texas… it was like a different world. He didn’t know of the dark places in my heart or the two other guys I was presently dating. He didn’t notice I would go four hours without responding while out with another guy and I didn’t notice him sink down in the car when we passed a cop car. I visited him on his on-calls at the fire station which was riveting. I felt like I was behind enemy lines. No, there was no fire pole but, the firetrucks didn’t disappoint and neither did the company. Most the other firefighters were older and I don’t mean silver foxes… older like in their 60’s. I don’t know where they find those heartthrobs for the fireman calendars but, I assure you it’s not in Charleston country. He introduced me to his father, the Firehouse Chief, in which I could not have been more awkward, but it didn’t haunt me like it should have. Maybe it’s because I knew, deep down, that we were just spinning each other’s wheels. He began pushing the boyfriend button and I retreated. The more he pushed, the further I pulled back. I just was not in the *dating season* to have a boyfriend. It’s not that I didn’t want one… I just hadn’t found one that could light my fire. This one sure could extinguish it though… I just could never place it on why. So, I hit him with a friendship proposal because I thought I wanted to pursue one of the other two seriously and he kept kissing me at our “hang outs.” Obviously, once you are demoted to friendship level, the term date is no longer appropriate. So, I severed it. He wasn’t thrilled but understood, as much as a guy being dumped could. Months later, I was texting with another firefighter who knew him! He went on and on about this guy that took his girl and how he couldn’t understand how she would pick this other guy when he had warrants out for his arrest. He briefly described his physical features and instantly, Mr. Firearm’s face entered my mind. I texted his name with a question mark and instantly received a call. He went on AND on about Mr. Firearm’s and his dad as chief. Apparently, his dad got him out of plenty of controversies at work and he had many unpaid tickets. It’s not really relevant if this new intelligence is accurate because I obviously ended it before learning of that possible allegations. But hey— he’s a great addition to my dating collections: Alcoholic- check Pothead- check Cheater- check Warrant of the state- check Double Chocolate Chip muffins so good, they’re criminal. Worry-Free of Tickets, Gluten-Free of Muffins
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