When will I ever learn? A girl on the background on his phone always means he's not alone. This is a lesson I've learned twice now in Europe. Number one was the military man in Rome from my least favorite place in my least favorite profession, as far as gentlemen are concerned, in my experience. Military men and men from Austin are not my cream of the crop. Other people can rave about them, but I will just rant. Sure, I've met a few exceptions, but not enough to change the rule. Phone number 2 in Europe was the very attractive man from my French cooking class. You know, the one that I I semi-aggressively asked for his Facebook. So, I misread signs-- like that doesn't happen in other language! Not to mention the culture difference we had. I don't know anything about French culture except croissants? Is that even a cultural thing? It's not like they have ceremonies or national croissant day. That would be pretty delightful though. Well, in this particular case, I engaged conversation with the Frenchman for a couple days. Things went well regardless of the language barrier. He knew enough English and was good friends with Google Translate to be able to keep the conversation afloat. While floating there, I discovered he had a kid that kept him up at night. Along with that, of course was a girl. I presume the same that was on the background of his phone. Well, I guess I gained a new friend? I don't know if girls really allow their men to have friends that are girls, especially ones that are single and of a wandering nature. I mean, it's not like I expected our conversation to go anywhere, unless it was another trip to France. Then again, I'd rather cover more ground and go to new countries. So alas, another dating blog on your feed. But is it really defeat when there was no real stakes or goals in mind? As I have said before, I'm doing the whole dating yourself thing. And I've yet to disappoint. Just kidding; I've disappointed myself every day. But that's beside the point. This dessert goes out to the blatant signs right in front of your face that you fail to see because you are blinded by attraction.
This recipe simple because it's only as complicated as the mind makes it. It's kind of a trickery. It's a whipped marshmallow dipped in chocolate. It appears to be some delectable chocolate-covered decadent item. But, in it's purest form, it's simply a marshmallow covered in chocolate. Not melted by the campfire side with a roasted aroma. Not complemented between two honey golden Graham crackers. Plainly a marshmallow with a milk chocolate exterior. That's it. No sprinkles, no nuts. Just that. If you want to get fancy, which I don't, you can make your own marshmallow. But marshmallows don't do it for me so I'll leave it at that. And besides, if you've been keeping up, you know I have no access to an oven are real ingredients. I was told yesterday no oven absolutely not. Microwave and toaster only. Not a toaster oven, just a toaster with a down button and a nut button. Maybe America really is the land of the free..
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