*wipes a tear*…… I’m here if you need me

think my cat would go get pretzels?

Rockaria!

Electric Light Orchestra

You aren’t a buzzkill. And I appreciate your openness to talk about it. That takes courage. It also makes it a lot easier for others to help.

Lounge
*after the clink I’d take a drink from mine and just savor it for a few moments before swallowing, a little grin at the one fan comment*

Well, I wanted to ask you something about the wrestling thing….

How would you like to be owned by the newest baby face for the worlds leading sport’s entertainment company?

*another drink taken and a self satisfied grin on my face*

Okay I'm back and getting ready to type up a post now

"Shit. Rapid cycling. Lovely. This is what I feared might happen."

Sighs and wipes tears away.

"Welcome to my Hell."

Enters to check on the traps

see if any unsuspecting slut is caught in the traps cages

I'm ok I think..day was rough n good too
smiled
now basket bsll n then workout n bed

how are you?

Laffing hi dud??
Oh ya mean coppermine?? Kidding 🙂

I may have lost you…. Feel free to enjoy the porch as long as you like… *kissing your cheek and standing up and going inside for a bit*

Hi missy jo

it's going well

thank you so much for asking.

how are you?

food is always good....

ok

"I just wanna keep doing things for fear that they'll cart me away again at any given moment."

Sighs.

"I'm sorry. I'm dumping all my problems on you. I feel like a bit of a buzzkill since I came back from Nevada. All I talk about is all the shit going wrong in my life. I hate that. I want to be me again..."

Sniffles.

waves how's the move dear?

No bet petticoat

Outside
She just grins at you as you laugh, but then she's laughing too when you suggest the butter and the crab walk to get you through the door. You get raised eyebrows at that and you're so lucky you segue into how you were thinking about her because she was about to unleash her verbal impulsivity on a crab joke one should never make on a first date.

Of course, you've got her attention when you say you were thinking about her, those eyes curious and lingering as her head tilts a little as you look suddenly so serious. And then you explain why we're seated outside and she actually glances over her shoulder at the foliage, as if she's considering it. "I'm not that good at high jump or hurdles," and then her grin sweeps back to you.

Your comment about the date going wrong reminds her that she's got to text Caroline again, but you distract her by reaching into your jacket. You produce the flower and her gaze drops to take it in, flicking back up to look at you as you explain how it's cheesy, that you wanted something to match her eyes.

Fingers curl around the little plastic cone as she accepts it from you, cradling it in the palms of her hands.

And now she's uncharacteristically shy, her cheeks heating. She can't even look up as she says softly, "Thank you. It's... I love it."

She places it carefully beside the Honda emblem that fell off her car, both of them to be remembered when it's time to go.

You rescue her from her sudden affliction of timidity when you ask if she's vandalized cars and it draws her back into more familiar territory with a laugh, those eyes back to you again, "Only the ones I decided not to steal. I'm pretty sure none of them were yours, since..." gesturing at your shoulders again... "you must have arrived on a.... camel? Elephant?"

And then she remembers, "Forgive me. I have to..." she pushes a hand into the wrong skirt pocket, smiling at you. And then the other pocket. There. She pulls out her phone. "I have to text my friend to tell her you're not currently murdering me and that I'm okay."

Her eyes widen when she looks at her texts from Caroline who has found your bar on Insta. Messages saying that you're hot but have no personal social media presence, only the bar stuff. Highly suspicious, she says. And she wants Mei to ensure you're not a knife, gun, or grout murderer.

Though Caroline is the one who has an actual grout tool... and also... has probably by now followed your bar on Insta.

::I'm safe. I'll text you after dinner. He seems nice::

And then she slips her phone back into her pocket with her cash and bank card. Her nose crinkles with her grin as she explains, "If you get any DMs from someone named Caroline threatening you with a grout tool, just imagine it being said affectionately." A pause. "And don't report her, okay? I'm pretty sure she's joking."

hi dud you n Jilly bet?

out