This is Where It Gets Good... PART 3 I quote the "inspired by me" because, well, it was a quote-- but further more, I do so because I find it more than perplexing when these guys are inspired or enlightened or taken with me. This especially is the case when it occurs prior to date 3. I'm a pretty stellar person BUT, I'm not all that and a bag of potato chips. So, although this was a nice gesture, it freaked me out a bit.
Well, mama didn't raise a quitter and after all, his heart was in the right place even if he came on Arnold Schwarzenegger strong. He respected my body and hesitancies, so I proceeded with our fling. One thing I noted in post number 1 of this series was that he downloaded Snapchat for the sole reason that I thoroughly enjoyed it and frequently use it. This should have been a warning sign. The last guy that downloaded Snapchat for the exact same reason used it against me; the time and nature of my posts were instrumental in tracking my whereabouts and dispelling my excuses for "not being on my phone." A couple days after the wood gift he dropped off briefly after calling to see if he could drop by, I went out on another local's impromptu brewery tour and posted a few snaps portraying the cool places or beers. Ever since I visited Michigan to visit my long-term ex in 2015, I've been in LOVE with craft beers and breweries. While enjoying the drinks and snapping moments from this particular night in Pensacola, I didn't know I was opening the door for a drop-in visitor. Mr. Woodstock told me the very next morning that he almost came out to the breweries I was at, but decided he didn't want to intrude on my plans. WHAT!? Who does that? Drive-by-shootings aren't just hazardous in the hood! Then, we still had a whole night of a date we had established a week ago. I kind of finagled my best friend into our plans and we headed to the art fest, the three of us: the three amigos, the three musketeers-- more like the three blind mice! We continued the night with great conversation and proceeded to the piano bar. That's where he introduced me to one of his friends and implied I was his girlfriend... "Hi, nice to meet you! Is this your girlfriend?" His friend stated. Mr. Woodstock responded, "well ye--" "No," I said more curtly than I intended. This drunk girl, moments later broke into laughter and pulled my best friend and I aside after him and I shared a kiss. "Is that your first kiss? First date?" She blurted. My eyes met hers and I could only gather, "Umm.... No." My best friend rolled her eyes and the drunk girl had her answer. She cackled all the way home....err back to her boyfriend. ... I got sick later that night and he offered to come lay by me. I reminded him, my best friend and I were sharing a one bedroom, hence one bed. Then he offered to just sleep on the floor and play with my hair or pat my back to console me. Without hesitation, I declined. The next day, Easter morning, I went to brunch with my best friend and posted this on Snapchat. There's no time stamp or location stamp, but if you look closer, the drinks we're holding disclosed our location since they're very discernible glasses. Then, he showed up.Although it could totally be a coincidence he showed up at the same bar we were having brunch after admitting he almost showed up to my brewery tour, this was the last straw.Presently, I'm in an exit clause phase. There always has to be a visible exit-- an out. In this interaction, I no longer see that as a viable option. I'm currently in a sales position which has reasonable turnover rate, am in a month-to-month lease, and a mattress is my sole piece of furniture; I'm not looking to be contained. If need be, I can tetris what I can in my little, bitty Honda and drive off into the sunset. I'm not saying I will.... but the option is there.
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