On the last episode of Mr. Poet we found out: Stephanie took a gander on a poet in Chicago because she craved someone with more depth and more emotional awareness. He has a history of Charleston complete with friends and employment connections. And he seems to be very taken with Stephanie, not just in his poems dedicated to her... So, I'm not naive enough to think an aspiring poet isn't great with his words, even more so than the players I've dated, but I was hopeful. Mr. Poet was funny and certainly unique and put forth a real accurate. He even moved to Charleston. No not for me because that would be foolish, but for "a better life." I was so excited he was coming and he seemed even more excited. He drove through the night and then deep into the next day without plans of where to stay the first night. So naturally, eager to meet him and trying to be hospitable, I checked with the roommate and got him an approved night on our red Comfy Couch. I mean, no other guy on our first date got to see my red comfy couch so... This one's a privilege. Mr. Poet was appreciative on the phone I was just excited to be in Charleston. Reeking of cigarettes, he arrived. We had our first interaction in construction Wars of a parking lot of my apartment complex clearly under construction. Too romantic to put into words. He was obviously worn out from driving all day, so he came in and took a shower while I made him dinner. He didn't mention so much as a "thx." After a beer, he rode with me to the airport to pick up said roommate at midnight. In conversation, he kept bringing up how excited he was to see his friends. I get that, but talking about it the whole time was a little excessive, especially to someone that is housing you, letting you shower in their house, and cooked you a homemade meal when this is the first time they've ever met you. I let that go too. Then we came back to the house and he grabbed another beer or two and still no thank you. That's fine. I was just raised in the South, by a strong woman who thanks everyone for everything, sometimes in excess. I guess it was just different upbringing. But mind you, this is our first date... Let me get to the point where he kissed me. I had narrowed down the roster of guys that was talking to, to only him because I truly wanted to see where this was going to go. So my lips met his and his hands started to wander. I guided them back but this happened two more times. I playfully said, "watch your hands" and then I had to physically grab them tightly and say stop. It should never come to that point. Ever. Ever. I know it sounds like I'm overreacting, but as I said in part one of the story, he has read some of my pieces that are very personal about. Here's an excerpt from part 1 to draw from: Oh, did you want something a little less artistic to reference?Then I took on vulnerable step. I shared with him a poem about a first-hand experience of a guy that pushed the limits that had clearly been established. There was pain threaded through the peace and it's something I don't share with people that know me well. I was appalled that someone could be so selfish. I'm sure he didn't even think of that poem or the conversation that followed it, but it was enough for me to completely write him off.. Pardon the pun. He went to sleep on my couch, as planned and I walked him out the next day to retrieve the parking pass from him. All I heard from him later that day was "we good?" That's the words that you give me? I thought you were a poet! Not to mention he still never said thank you for my hospitality and for not kicking him in the dick when he tried to just respect my wishes. Every once in awhile, he will still comment on my Snapchat pictures. He still has never picked up that I was upset. And the worst part is, I don't think he ever really cared. So alas he is a man with words published even, who is just blowing smoke. This Man's Dessert I decided to bake was: Baked Alaska. He's an obnoxious oxymoron.... with a capital MORON.
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