With 273 datesandcakes posts (and counting), I had to make the declaration that there have been (and continue to be) "good guys." There's a reason- only one I could scrape together- why I haven't captured or pursued something with one of these seemingly great finds......I find something great and am excited about it! But, I always manage to find a way to slip away... I never considered myself as a prideful person, but I've come to the conclusion that my pride gets in the way. Here are proses of some of the ones I got away from.His dark hair and is dark eyes and his ability to always surprise me hooked me. He saw me when we spoke and we could talk about nearly anything. New Orleans and our favorite spots, creating homemade beignets and tequila shots. We talked talked about the ring he bought and the girl that changed her mind. We talked about the ring I picked that never became mine. We just about Grand Theft Auto and Under the Cork Tree, talked about how if I was his, the happiest we could be. thought he was right and I wanted to but inevitably things came unglued. Because I hesitated, because I cracked; there was only one thing this boy lacked. A faith in God, but I've been there before. So I stood bolting for the door. Of which have flowers on the porch, to his heart a little torch. The glow is luminous but the friendship destroyed. Did I not know he's not my toy? It's not that I tried to play the game it's just that this one wasn't the same. Nor was I and so he fell, his nerd tendencies seated him well. But not for me there was some reason why I had to walk from this guy. The next one was a bit hippie, past my age but with the surfers glow. He met me in the ocean for our first date, his noble colors did quickly show. Excited about the girl before his eyes, he tried my type of going out. But the club scene was never one of his ways, he slapped my ass taking back from my shout. Respectful, he tried to understand, so I joined him in his way of passing time, He just smiled as he took my hand and showed me off in his dive bar prime. Shots and calamari, we strolled the islands of which he resided, our perspectives were so different with him and his energies, I could no longer hide it. So I walked away after skating and fighting his current, He reassured me that was all that life would throw my way I always be able to endure it. There was the guy that had his own following and found me In the pile Of writers with fire so I indulged for a while. We stretched boundaries and drank daylight and conversed about places, that took us and built us and made us make faces. Our pasts were varying degrees and his was much more robust, Just a week in, I slowly relinquished trust. I retaliated by pulling back, knowing the results have an affair like ours, He dazzled me from afar, but falling for me is like chasing cars From gravel to side street to interstate There's no way we could possibly date Even drunk me knew it, on the phone So I sabotaged and ended up alone. I possess little fear on my own For suitors, I am hella strong To be continued....
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