He flattered himself, she had a drunk mistake and she didn’t actually find him that cute or was interested. He always was into curvy blondes and I was a slim brunette so I guess he thought he found his upgrade. Tbh idk if she even knew he had a gf and they met at a party when I was in NY. I put things together and found out. Apparently they still texted some after and I read them but it was obvious it was him trying to reach out and start a conversation and her barely responding with small talk. They hung out a couple times to smoke and her get free weed, but wouldn’t get sexual with him then take off. I found all this out months after and broke up, but nothing happened with them after. She basically acted like it never happened from what I heard and when I checked her Facebook a year or so back curious, she has moved far away for some new job. They never dated or anything after we ended. He’s still single years later and tried going after a lot of the Cat daddy vintage shirt moreover I will buy this cute blondes in our town. Many weren’t interested and turned him down, and later when they realized he was my ex and we made friends, tell me the awkward date they had with him before ghosting or him constantly trying to get in their dms and ignoring/blocking him. I guess the grass isn’t always greener. He’s getting close to 30 now, we broke up 4 or so years ago, but he moved away so maybe he’ll finally get his dream girl but if he does I feel bad for her. He tried reaching out some to me and said he was sorry for how toxic he was, but the I can tell he still is. And more importantly I actually have a good bf now whose kind, more handsome, we live together, and he treats me way better so I don’t see him trying to make amends with me anytime soon lol. Probably doesn’t help I felt weird with the random messages he’d send, or him saying hi a couple times at my job recently years later so I blocked him on FB, Oh well So I went to the waiting room and began to wait for my turn to come up. Around 8 AM a man came in and gave the cashier his name.
Cat daddy vintage shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater and long sleeve t-shirt
Several days later I receive an email apologizing for the Cat daddy vintage shirt moreover I will buy this “confusion” that occurred during my last visit along with a voucher for 10% off my next online purchase. There really is no way to avoid this retail chain because they’re everywhere but I have not shopped at that particular store in the seven months since the incident, and I refuse to purchase anything from them except for grocery items. The first clue was that the front door was locked when I got home from work one day and I had to go around to the back door to get in. We didn’t usually lock the house, which I know sounds irresponsible, but we had a couple of pretty fearsome dogs at the time and the house sat in the middle of a fenced lot. A stranger couldn’t come anywhere near the house without getting through the dogs. (Also, we were pretty poor and I figured anyone willing to come through the dogs for what little we had, needed it more than I did. And the door wasn’t really ‘locked,’ the lockset had a malfunction where if, when leaving the house, you turned the interior knob clock-wise it jammed the lock and the front door then couldn’t be opened from the outside. Open the door by turning the knob counter-clock-wise and everything worked fine. We were all used to this quirk and it wasn’t a problem. So the question was “Who last opened the front door that would have made that mistake?” There was no satisfactory answer. A day or two later, I was vacuuming, and in the front hallway, just inside that same front door, was a small gold decorative pin sort of thing. When asked, no one claimed any prior knowledge of having seen this item. Again odd, but I did share the home with two teenagers, and you get used to odd. A week or so later … while dusting shelves in the living room I find a photograph face down of a bride and groom posing with a bicycle. I don’t recognize them, and set it aside to ask who it belongs to (and to have them keep it in their own room). But I do look again, and darned if it isn’t Michael! Michael, who I had never seen without a beard before this photo. Michael who I’d had a five year relationship with, but dumped five years prior (for some very good reasons, but none of which were that he was a scary, break into your house kind of guy).