So, I will stop dragging this post out so long... Maybe it's subconsciously because, once I write him, I know I can't right him. The Back to the Future font is a poke at how I've been here so many times before. My future unravels to the travesties of my past. A vicious cycle in matters of the heart keeps rising to torrential floods, though it's been drained and pushed through levies and dams. To resume the encounter that later pegged me as the idiom, like in the Pink Panther remake: "He's pushing up daisies." "He is not pushing up daisies- he is dead!" "It's an idiom." "YOU SIR ARE THE IDIOM." DATE 5 IN HIS HOME: After painting an eighth of the hallway with the roller, like a boss I might add (just kidding, he went back over it), my neck became inflamed and tears of agony rolled down my cheeks. Thankfully an hour prior, I had revealed my drunk driving accident that my good friend from college, her fiance, their unborn baby, and I should not have survived to him. He just held me. Without a word, without asking for my excuse-- he wrapped me in his arms and harbored me. Embarrassed, I apologized and of course he told me not to be silly. He doctored me up and later even gave me a massage. The night slipped away and I woke up two hours early to ensure I made it to work with the deplorable traffic from the influx of country folk driving to the city Monday morning. Our texting and cuteness continued as normal and we even ended Monday night with a phone call. He made a comment that I found a little out of context but shrugged it off in the moment: "I bet you're going to meet some doctor on your next trip." I reassured his insecurity and flipped that he would find one with "an ass more perfect than mine." Another quote I should've added to yesterday's list of things he'd say. After the phone call, I got a strange inkling to check his tinder. Not only did upload a new picture, but he changed his profile text from two paragraphs to bullet-points. Not to be spiteful, but A) the pic was horrid lighting B) the picture itself....well, let's just say if he would have made that his main pic when I was swiping, it may not have been a match C) the content on the bullet points were 'aight D) I actually saw the "legally separated" this time He loves memes so I wanted to text him: If he lied about something so trivial, what ELSE has he lied about or is he capable of lying about?I never asked if he was going to delete his apps... he volunteered that information, well-aware he still had it downloaded. I am uncertain if he was upset I didn't reciprocate the confession of deletion or maybe it was a test I didn't pass? But it was AFTER that when he offered the invitation of his corporate Christmas party... that's kind of a big dill and he thinks he's the pickle. It ate away at me that I saw this lie because I had already relinquished some of my trust to him. I continued conversation with him and didn't see much of a difference on his end. That is until this morning. I sent a response to his comment last night that I fell asleep before reading and he never responded. ALL DAY. Okay... guess one of his new matches is taking precedence?? And then I took my stalking to the next level and discovered it's not that his phone is broken or "too busy" at work. His maturity baffles me. A 30-year-old with 2 dogs, a house, and a divorce under his belt, you would think he would use his words when he stumbles upon conflict.
Here's a list of ingredients; he can put it together himself... and paint his own damn house.Flour. Eggs, Yeast, Imitation Vanilla, Baking Powder, lemon juice, spices, chocolate, peanut butter, fruits, nuts. Sugar. Syrup, Molasses, White Sugar, Brown Sugar, cocoa, Powdered Sugar, condensed milk.
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Lauren
11/23/2018 07:11:13 pm
Wait, so what happened with this guy?? Did y’all talk after the Facebook post? I DON’T HAVE CLOSURE
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