Mr fraud spotter is not to be confused with Mr. Frog spotter, who calls out any guy that claims to be a prince, yet they're just a little frog waiting to be kissed. This was another online match. This guy knew that I was talking to someone and continued to pursue me. He said things like: I don't scare that easily you can't push me away that easily I'm always up for a little competition. I'm incredibly confident. Noooooooo! You think so? I'd say that's incredibly confident. This boy has more confidence in his left pinky toe than I do in my entire body. I'm not fighting you for that, I'm actually impressed. Well, speaking of impressed... He too, is a writer. Man I can pick them. Which I only discovered when he requested to talk on the phone and I politely declined him that time. After jokingly alluding to me going on another date, I reveal proudly that I needed the time to write. That opened the door to gush about his years of lyrical writing and the different bands he's been a part of and so on. Great! A musician and a writer. Man do I have a type. For the last couple years, I've taunted my best friend about dating military, skinny, cocky guys because that's always the bill that they fit. But apparently, my bill is writing, instrument-playing, kind-hearted (at least 3/8 of them), guys. After talking for a couple weeks, I stumbled upon a patch of pretty bad days. And one of those days, he felt inclined to cheer me up with an Edible Arrangement. I've never gotten one before and I have to confess, it was quite delightful. Also, seeing the van pull up and then then walking to your office, when you're the only one in there, is a pretty cool feeling. Yes. You caught me. I bit into the bottom, |
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