No other way to be a runaway like runaway mountain....,There was a boy that was intrigued by me and I by him. We stretched our wings in Charleston and engaged in activities built for fools. Dates beyond measure and conversation to match. He asked me deep questions, like a therapist would and laughed at my little quirks instead of running like the others. He was never needy and never asked for much except my time. He never pushed anything sexually or really engaged with me in that way too much at all. There's been a couple blog posts about him, he is the one referred to as Mr. Hard to Read. He left in anger one Saturday night the last date we ever had, and I left a voicemail for closure. Weeks later, he stumbled upon not one, but two blog posts about him. He commented and then called. He displayed it as a misunderstanding and wish me the best. I could have salvaged it. I could have tried to get back in. But I didn't. I let it fall. I used it as my escape route. Running away instead of discussing things as an adult was much more preferable. In the dating world, I'm always ready to cut ties. Scissors in hand, I look for ties to be cut. On the Rocks, Nothing on Paper, Scissors, BYE! I'm actually surprised how many ties have actually been been made. You would think after going on 200 different dates with different people, confidence wouldn't be an issue... but I was still perplexed with how I've not only confirmed date times and locations, but many of them have asked for seconds. And then many of them have turned out like this one where is a casual fling stretching upon months. I guess I feel each is stamped with a time mark. An expiration date, if you will, and if I don't beat that expiration date or ultimate freshness, they'll be left to spoil. I'll be left in the turmoil, spinning in some garbage disposal somewhere occasionally being doused with Febreze. So, my protection from that is to rip off the packaging and enjoy the item before that date. Don't get me wrong, they enjoy me too... and God knows many have enjoyed me way before the expiration date and they have been the one to cut ties. So every time you look at a twisty tie, just think, that's awfully similar to some girl with a dating blog soaking up the freshness of a new connection until it's shelf life. So so many have done that to me before and that's the game that musician sing about, athletes engage in their social life, tabloids exploit the best of them from movie stars to TV posers. It's as simple as just running away. You always have to have rational:
Maybe like an extra large Snicker bar. A little nutty a ribbon a sweetness that sticks to you covered in a packaging that isn't the prettiest on the shelf but may capture one or two hungry eyes. The XL is not because it's a fat joke.. Not yet LOL but because people can take as much or as little of me as they want. And they do. Especially in the dating realm. They take what parts of me they want to see or they feel matches theirs and leave the rest unwrapped, unsealed. Reiterating not to the consumer is another way of saying or just being: a runaway. I tell them the God's honest truth that they only see the part of me I allowed them to see or that they put a blinders to the things they can't handle and they still pursue me and eventually devour me. It's like the moms that see an item is gluten free but they fail to realize how many added sugars are in the item. Under the impression there's some healthy component, they accidentally mislead their children and whoever else they choose to share that with. But I won't do that. Here I am and here we go sweet connoisseur Homemade Snickers BarsYields 24 bars
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