I found in my past interactions with potential male companions, that they develop quite an irrational annoyance and frustration in me withholding a certain fact about me. Address? Type of salad dressing? Rationale for loathing potatoes? Favorite position? E) none of the above. The answer we were looking for was: my middle name. Time factor is relevant some demand it in weeks, months, or even days. I think the real thrill is the fact that I won't relinquish the information. I even had a guy go as far to conduct a background check on me only to find the results utterly disappointing. :Stephanie Jackson" along with my birthday in a couple other identifying factors were exhibited plainly in the report but, thankfully, my middle name was withheld. I'm perplexed as to why this is such a critical piece of information. Half the guys I've interacted with aren't interested in the shade of my soul or the type and socks I wear. Extra low-cut in case you're wondering... Got to have that no-show Vans look. But hey! A girl as extroverted as me needs to have some secrets right? Also it's more like a personal thing. It's a choice and it's my right. I'm not really in control too much in this world so that's something that's mine. I still crack up at the guy that got a background check on me. Hopefully he didn't see that time I held up a bakery for a little dough;) There was another guy that tried and tried, yet he already had both addresses I spend 98% of my time at between the two, my birthdate, my height, my favorites of sorts, and regrettably my trust... but I still couldn't relinquish my middle name. The piece of me that has a slightly painful reminder of someone I never fully got to know. This person guessed and he guessed but couldn't blow my house down. A third young lad found it quite humorous that I wouldn't share the information. He was curious and requested a list of individuals that have learned such a secret. My best friend and ex both received a text message today requesting such information. Just kidding, I don't give out their numbers. Personally, I think it comes down to Curious George (no yellow hat or man necessarily required) and wanting what you can't have. Don't think that I'm innocent of this. I'm tempted by this more than I care to admit. People that have made every effort to hurt me, I still have a lingering curiosity. It's almost like I dismiss the negativity and savor the rare shining moments... but like the Sunday's sun, alas they are gone. Leaving me and my ingredients to cook something crafty. Name this Dessert
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