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yourplatonicfiance · 1 year

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i suck at titles.

tartaglia x vampire male reader

it was signora who had invited you out to the outdoor market today, strange for a cold place like snezhnaya, however common to the locals. they sold many things, ranging from fish to imported toys for the children.

you liked signora, she was actually quite close to what you'd call a best friend. she is also one of the only ones to know you're true nature. now, you thought, what kind of friend would you be if you cancelled? she'd understand, surely, but still you'd feel bad.

it was a nice day - for you, anyway. the clouds were out, the sun barely showing through at the end of the horizen. but, as for personal matters - your hunger - it was not the greatest. your plans of hunting had been halted all week, due to work and god knows what else. this made your eyes dark, and as far as your physical state...let's just say it was worse than what a typical person would call lathargic. your sight blurred sometimes, your legs threatened to give out, and worst of all, the scent of blood was heightened, even more than usual, so you had to deal with that nagging urge to just sink your teeth into someone.

you couldn't find the tall blonde you had agreed to meet up with through the large crowd. you almost stumbled into people as they gave you strange looks.

"um..excuse me, ma'am? have you seen a tall blonde woman, she - i-i'm sorry...i have to go..." got that scent the small plump woman you had decided to ask about signora's whereabouts...that fresh blood pumping through her frost nipped cheeks...fuck.

"you alright, sweetie?" she asked, her musical voice chirped as you stumbled quickly away, desparate to not create a scene. you waved a hand up, as if to dismiss her comment, when you really, certainly not alright. she probably guessed you were taking drugs.

you needed to compose yourself, you thought, you head swiveling franitically as you looked for somewhere to take a moment to regain your senses. maybe. maybe you should just get out of here. you'd explain to signora later. you'd -

you suddenly let out an 'umfph!' as you felt your body knock into something. someone.

"well, look who it is! didn't expect to see you here, cutie~"

that voice. that smell.

your now darkened eyes snapped up to meet ocean blue orbs. of course. it was childe.

his brows furrowed as he examined you, his expression becoming that of a more serious one. "you're not...you're not feeling alright...here, can you walk?" childe quickly assessed your condition, though he didn't know any rhyme or reason behind it, he knew you weren't well. you didn't speak as he gently took your body into his arms, not neccesarily carrying you, but holding you against him in almost a protective manner.

"c'mon, the place i'm staying isn't too far, you can rest there," he muttered, quickly making his way through the crowd. you let him take you there, trying to think about anything but that overwhelmingly delectable scent of his blood. it must be because of his foul legacy, it made his blood different, more desirable.

not too long later, childe had managed to get you both into the inn room he was staying at. you didn't question why he wasn't staying with his family, simply sat down on the bed, attempting to distract yourself by taking in the room. it was surprisingly high-quality. a fire place, a king bed, red carpets, red furnishings, red bedspread...god dammit. this was bad.

you felt childe's weight against the bed next to you, but you didn't dare look at him. you hands clenched at your sides, desparetely trying to keep you sane.

childe put his hand on your own clenched fist. you tensed, practically feeling his veins pumped with blood. that damn delicious blood. could've been considered a delicacy, even.

"hey...you can talk to me. i'm worried about you. what happened?" he askes, his voice soft as you felt his gaze never leave you.

"childe," you spoke through your teeth. "i...i don't know how to explain. it's...it's really hard for me..r-right now to..i can't...i need...fuck. childe, i need blood. i'm a vampire." as stupid as your confession sounded, it was true.

"i had...a suspicion..actually," childe lightly laughed. "but they're rare. i never expected to meet one -" he stopped as you look at him, your jaw clenched.

"that's right. you need blood."

"yes, that's why i have to go. now." you began to pull away, fighting urge to just bite him right now.

"will my blood suffice? as long as it doesn't...harm you or anything, you know, with my..." he trailed off, looking at you as you stared, astonished, back at him. childe was offering his blood to you? you certainly didn't expect this.

you took a breath. "c-childe, i can't do that. not to you."

"it wouldn't kill me, right? sure i'd lose some blood but, believe me when i say i've had worse," and the worst part was that he wasn't even phased.

slowly, you sat back down. "i...i suppose i could...take it...it just doesn't feel right,"

"it doesn't have to. as long as it brings you back to normal, makes you feel better, i want you to have it." he slowly lifted his hand to the back of your neck, tenderly bringing your head down to meet his neck, as the other hand had been busy undoing his collar.

"it's okay," childe said, his hand now lifting to pet your head. "go ahead,"

"ok..but, it you want me to stop -"

"shhh, eat." as if to hurry you up, his crooked his neck, making it more accesisible to you. slowly, you nodded.

"this might hurt for a second," you murmered before opening your mouth and sinking your fangs into his soft skin. the small pinch alerted him only slightly but just seconds after, his small gasp turned into a moan. god, who knew a vampire sucking blood out of you could feel so good. his head leaned back as he closed his eyes and embraced the waves of ecstasy it brought him as you took in little mouthfuls of his sweet blood.

your small gulps made him smile, knowing you were able to feel better, to have eaten. after a small while, you stopped, taking your head out of his neck and looking at him, hoping he wasn't too dizzy. childe smiled at you drowsily as he wiped a small trail of blood from your mouth, your eyes were now a lighter color, indicated you had your fill, and wouldn't be needed more anytime soon.

"that felt...amazing." childe hummed as his hand played with a strand of your hair. "god, you're so cute,"

"you should get some rest. you're all drowsy now," you said, gently placing your cold hand onto his own that played with your hair.

"you'll stay..?" childe asked, his voice tired. you chuckled and nodded. hearing that he lowered you down onto him, hugging you against him contently. "you're only allowed to drink my blood from now on, got that?" he asked you. you sighed.

"i guess," you say, sighing.

"you gotta promise me. i don't want any else feeling as good as you just made me. only me."

"i promise,"

and you promised.

trust me when i say that one day he came home to you, already undoing his collar and begging for you to feed off of him, even though you ate like 2 days ago.

this takes a slight toll on his own well-being, so now it's you that has to make sure he takes care of himself and eats well.

childe loves his vampire bf <3

#childe x male reader #tartaglia #childe #childe x vampire reader #tartaglia x male reader #tartaglia x male vampire reader #genshin impact

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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years

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Another Saturday, another episode! Let's take a look at Keeping Up A-fear-ances!

(Good lord I'm starting to make myself sound like some sort of content creator)

Oh, okay, we're just starting at that level of intensity, huh?

Chest gem origins

Gwendolyn not being satisfied with managing the curse and determined to cure it? I'm sure this won't be a real world allegory in the slightest.

Oh, so Eda literally just stumbles upon the portal? I could call that contrived, but honestly it's not dissimilar to how Dipper found Journal 3. For that matter, the entirety of Lord of the Rings is predicated on an accidental discovery like this and nobody gave Tolkien shit about it.

Was the eye on the portal cracked in previous episodes? I don't remember.

Seems like Gwen is the "well-meaning but ultimately misguided" flavor of mom.

As an aside, I am now quite curious about how Eda's first trip to the human realm went. Maybe a future episode will cover it? At any rate, I smell a new favorite fic prompt.

The screaming alarms in the Demon Realm will never not be funny to me.

Also, that is a worrying number of hearts. Eda is straight up murdering these poor creatures.

For some reason the gold fang being removable never occurred to me as a possibility, and now I feel like a kid who's discovered that Santa isn't real.

Oh hey, the new outfit! I'm also impressed how close to symmetrical that tearing was.

I need to get a screencap of Luz sleeping on that stack of books because she is adorable.

Also, staying up all night researching? This season seems determined to completely eradicate the notion of Luz being dumb, and I am here for it.

I have a feeling the Hexside mug will be making its way to The Mystery Shack in the near future.

Lilith's first experience with transformation and she seems understandably horrified.

The curse acting stronger when stressed? That seems...important.

Ah, so the dismemberment is from the curse! A surprisingly useful side effect from what we've seen so far.

Can I just say that I appreciate how Eda's reaction to Lilith's first taste of transformation is immediate remedy, explanation, and reassurance? And doesn't make any snarky comments along the lines of "now you know what it's like?" Whatever happened in that week and a half must have been cathartic as hell.

"Always. Always curious." Luz is the TOH fandom.

(Also, Eda, you know she is, considering how much she went on about your "mysterious past" at the Covention)

"Magic bird tornado?!" Luz has a way with words that's just *chef's kiss*.

"Gwendolyn." Eda is already just fucking done.

"MOM?!?!" Jeez, Lilith, you're just now hearing all this?

I was charmed by how motherly Gwen was acting toward Eda, but then she kinda just...dismissed Lilith, and now I'm somehwat less charmed.

(Sweet flea as a term of endearment is kinda cute, though might have some unfortunate implications depending on how you want to interpret it)

"Who knows what they put in those nasty concoctions?" OH WE GOING FOR THE ANTI-VAXXERS NOW YESSSS

Luz and Lilith's reaction to that whole exchange is priceless.

Everyone's perspective here makes perfect sense for who they are and what they've been through.

Poor Lilith. Her cursing Eda is beginning to make more sense.

Ah, thus begins the collaboration.

"We'll be consulting someone very special." Why does that seem so...ominous?

Is there anyone who watched this episode for the first time whose bullshit detector didn't go off immediately when Gwen mentioned finding someone who promised a cure?

Heh, Palm Stings.

Nonbelievers will be blinded by the power of the tome? I'm sure they will be, Wartlop.

I must say, as something of a scientist myself (okay that's not true, I'm a QA tech for a food manufacturer, but I do have a chemistry degree), I am 100% here for the swings being taken at faith healing/"miracle" cures/anti-vaxxers in this episode

Oh, we Wile E. Coyote now, huh?

Also, interesting how much apple blood is being played up in this episode.

Lilith please you're projecting your mommy issues on a literal child

OH WE REALLY JUST WILE E. COYOTE HUH?

You're right, Luz, Gwen's bicep game is goals.

(Somewhat disappointed the scars are from questing and not beastkeeping, but eh)

Why do I get the feeling there's gonna be a future episode where everybody stages an intervention for Eda's apple blood problem?

"Those feathers mean we're driving the beast out" Gwen no

Hooty is holding the brain cell? Oh no...

If that ice cream came from the Night Market it would explain why Lilith sounds drunk.

(Side note: I can't be the only one getting flashbacks to Mermista's ice cream binge, right? Different context, but still)

"Abomi-berry" "Franken fruit" "Key slime pie" These are A+ flavor names.

Oh, there's the transformation...

I must say that whole segment kinda rubbed me the wrong way. The way King's opinion on his dad was changed seemed...I don't know how to describe it. I get that they needed a trigger for Lilith's transformation, but honestly if any part of the episode is contrived it's this.

"¡It really is that good!" So that's what an accent slip in written form looks like. (The upside down exclamation point is used in Spanish, in case anyone didn't know)

I keep half expecting Eda to say "Beep! Beep!" at this point.

Luz is finally asking questions. Took long enough.

Ah, the classic "moving the goal posts to extract more money from a desparate family member" technique.

Luz channeling Scorpion, we love to see it.

There is an exquisite irony in Eda's mom being scammed, I must say.

Ah, so that's where the elixirs went. Dammit, Gwen.

Luz is definitely thinking "Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"

Beast!Lilith is massive.

"Sweet flea?" Gwen just realized she done goofed.

"I can see you still need a little time." God Luz is so fucking smart.

The con revealed.

OH DAMN SCARY MAMA

(Also I am terrified of bees/wasps, so extra scary mama in my book)

The scam is revealed, goblins, getting back into the Wartlop disguise is kinda pointless.

She joined the Beast Keeping coven entirely to cure the curse? That's dedication. A shame you couldn't have spared some of that for Lilith.

Still, I do like badass scary mama Gwen. I'd be down to see more of that.

Owl Beast fight!

I am slayed by the fact that the portraits are now officially a recurring gag 😂

Aw, here's The Moment™️

"My turn to drive" Does this imply cars are a thing on the Boiling Isles after all?

Lilith crying almost immediately💔 She was holding onto a lot of pain.

Yes, King, she was trying to do her best. I mean, road to hell or whatever, but at least Gwen got there in the end.

WHAT?! YOU'RE BREAKING UP LULU AND HOOTCIFER?!?!?!?

Terrace, that's just cruel. (Worthless brownie points for whoever understands that reference)

No, seriously, you can't just give me my favorite inter-character relationship in the series after Lumity and just...take it away like that, come on! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I know I should remark on how Lilith told Gwen about the circumstances of the curse, how Gwen rightfully accepted responsibility for the whole situation, and how Luz finds the big hair aspirational, but...NOOOO DON'T END THE ADVENTURES OF LULU AND HOOTCIFER WHYYYYYYYYY💔😭💔😭💔😭

"BUT I CAN'T HOLD A PEN!"

I will never emotionally recover from this.

Okay, I think I got that out of my system. Anyway...

Not the only human, huh? Cue the "Belos is a human" theorists going into maximum overdrive.

That said, a tantalizing lore dump.

We certainly do have a lot of garbage. Some of it even holds office. HEY-O!

Setting up the next episode, too. Continuity!

Camp's over, huh? That means it's been three months.

Way to misdirect with Camila, guys. That said, we have now seen Camila cry and I HATE it. (In the right way, I think)

WHAT THE FUCK

HOLY SHIT

CREEPY LUZ IS REAL WHAT

OWJEIWHQGIWWOPQ

(It's hard to keysmash on a phone, even with autocorrect off)

That wraps it up! The flaws in this episode seem more pronounced than any others in the season so far, but the good stuff was really good! Overall a solid episode! I know everybody's looking forward to library Lumity in the next one (so am I), but I'm personally eager to see what they do with Gus. His part is the A plot, after all.

Anyway, I'll be back at this next week! Still hard to believe this is a thing, but that's life, I guess.

#the owl house #eda clawthorne #gwendolyn clawthorne #luz noceda #lilith clawthorne #king of demons #toh king #toh s2 spoilers #the owl house s2 spoilers #the owl house season 2 spoilers #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

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notursdutch · 5 years

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Arthur Morgan x Reader

Title: Bounty Hunting.

Summary: You got hurt during bounty hunting and met Arthur Morgan.

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The weather was terrible, just the start of the day, but you were pretty sure about that bounty hunring you were planning to do. It didn’t seem to be an easy one, but more money would definitely be nice as you were running out of supplies and you needed a new horse, yours was getting old and too weak for chasing wanted bastards.

Two thousand dollars was a really rare bounty and it was obvious that others would try to get it first, so it’d be smart to grab more ammunition.

No matter how bad this day started - you still mounted up your mare and left the town to the mountains, looking for the wanted man.

The wind was harsh and the path rather steep, so you were too slow and you hated that feeling, growing inside of you, that you wouldn’t be the first one to find an outlaw.

You found his camp, but it was already empty and the bastard definitely already left, so you just kept tracking him, quietly cursing and hoping that he wasn’t too far away. It’d be even better if some wild animals found him first.

In two days you left the mountains, going through some valley, when you noticed barely noticeable smoke in the air. That was someone’s campfire.

You nudged the horse, carefully approaching with a gun in your hand, when the other one was tightly holding the reins. The bastard was definitely a smart, otherwise it’d be much easier to get him. You weren’t going to bring him alive. The bounty poster said “dead or alive”. So dead it’d be.

As you heard the sound of gunshots you immediately kicked the sides of the horse with your boots, making it gallop. You heart was beating faster and a bad feeling growing inside of you didn’t let you focuse on anything.

You saw a man on a fine horse chasing that bastard you were going after, both of them trying to shot one another.

“Hey coywboy! You better stop, it’s my bounty,” you yelled to the man, almost catching up with him.

He loudly cursed, almost getting shot as he was distracted by you. The look on his face wasn’t pleased.

“Get outta here!” husky voice filled the air.

And then you felt sudden sharp pain in the shoulder, grabbing it with your hand and then watching with horror your horse falling down. You barely managed to jump off, rolling in the dusty road, breathing heavily and cursing, burning tears blurring the vision.

That bastard shot you. And managed to shot your horse.

You clenched your fists, desparately biting lips and trying to hold back a moan. Shoulder hurt like hell, making it hard to think. Taking a look at the wound, you cursed and pressed it with your hand, trying to stop the bleeding.

And then someone’s hand grabbed your shoulder and started bandaging it, scaring you and making flinch.

“What the-” you turned your head and saw that man who was after the same bounty.

“Just let me help ya, goddamit,” though he looked rather tough, his hands were careful and you let yourself close the eyes for the second, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. “I think you’re fine now.”

You lifted your head and examined the bandage, noticing that it looked not that bad. Blue eyes were watching you and you couldn’t even think about anything.

“Uh… I guess, thank you. Not like I have any other choice,” you said, letting him help you to get up. You patted the neck of your horse with a sad smile and grabbed your stuff from the saddle, letting the man help you.

You had no other choice anyway.

“So what’s your name?” you tried to distract yourself from the burning pain in the shoulder.

“Name’s Arthur,” he said, focused on the road.

“Well, thank you, Arthur, you didn’t have to.”

“I don’t have a habit of leaving women to die,” Arthur turned his head a little, letting you see a smirk on his lips.

“So you’re such a gentleman,” you laughed, grabbing your shoulder as sudden pain made you flinch. “Dammit…”

“Careful,” you heard Arthur’s low voice. “Ya need someone to stitch you up.”

“Do you happen to anyone who could help me with that?” you asked, breathing heavily as the paint was getting only worse. You leaned on his back with your forehead, feeling his body tensed, but he didn’t say anything.

“Yeah.”

You never met a nicer bounty hunter before, but felt like you could trust him.

Anyway, you still had your gun on your belt and a knife in the boot.

Hopefully, you won’t have to use them.

“Hold on, we’re not far.”

You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Hopefully, you’ll get a chance to see him again after that. Hopefully.

#rdr #red dead redemption #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader

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ember373 · 5 years

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When the quiet settles in, the demons come out to play...

Nights are the hardest. When the house is still and everything is quiet. I’m fine if I busy myself, but the moment I pause and start to think... That’s when I’m fucked. One little thought takes me down the rabbit trail and I spiral deeper and deeper. Some nights I sti there, numb, thoughts racing through my mind pinning me down like a deer in headlights. Other nights I feel-all the pain, loneliness, desparation, isolation, rage, fear-all the lovelies I try to push away during the day come out at night to play. Sometimes they play so hard that water leaks from my eyes. (Who’s crying?!? I’m NOT crying...)

It’s the night before my birthday and I hear the typewriter sound of my phone notifying me that I have an email. I get my hopes up. Someone remembered me and is wishing me a Happy Birthday!! ... nope. It’s just a pen pal service I signed up for long ago wishing me a happy birthday and wondering why I haven’t logged on in so long. :/ I should have known better. There is dark laughter inside of me at my stupidity.

I hate my birthday. I used to love it. I used to look forward to time spent with friends, wondering what little surprises might be in store, what thoughtful things people might have picked out just for me. But just like holidays, it became just another day of stress. And the title of picky princess got wrapped around my head, but instead of a soft silk sachet it was a crown of prickly scratchy burlap that must have been drug through a field of weeds and picked up every poky thing it could find and embedded it in it’s rough fibers. It’s not even that I was demanding or whiny or anything. I don’t know if it was just a cool thing to say because in his head all women act like that? I have no idea. But suddenly, me wanting to plan a special day for myself one day out of the year somehow turned in to I was hard to please and I’d hold every little mistake over his head. There was that one time we went out of town and he forgot to pack my luggage so I had NOTHING. I was a bit upset about that and joked about it for years. But I only laughed about it because it hurt so damn much. It was right there by everything else, but somehow just didn’t make it into the car. And then when we discovered it, he shrugged it off and told me I was being ridiculous when I got upset that I had nothing for the weekend. I wasn’t allowed to feel. As always, my thoughts and feelings are ridiculous because they inconvenienced him. He had a ball game to go to with a friend. I could just go shopping and find something to work for the weekend. Maybe most girls would have loved that idea, but I hate clothes shopping. I’m not a size 2. Or 6 or 8 or 10. They don’t make a lot of flattering clothes for the bigger sizes. So it was a very depressing weekend. But I had to push it all aside and plaster a smile on my face and have fun because dammit he planned this great weekend and I better not ruin it. *sigh*

I started to care less and less about my birthday in the following years. And then I just started dreading it. Every year now, I dream of running away and just being somewhere by myself where nobody knows who I am or when I was born until the day passes and everything goes back to ‘normal’ again. But that’s not allowed. What was once a celebration feels like an obligation to everyone but myself. I need to celebrate with these people (his family) because they want to celebrate with me and give me gifts they picked out, even though half of them might be something I can’t even fathom of ever wanting. But they know me so well. *eye roll* I smile and say my thank yous and feign delight over every one. I don’t want to hurt their feelings. And god forbid I fuck up in the little world he created. Because it’s all about him. My birthday? Ha! It’s all about how generous he was and how he bought me expensive shit I never asked for. He was sooo nice and thoughtful. What?!? It’s not what you wanted? Ungrateful bitch. Because of course he shouldn’t ever have to really listen to what I like. Listen to my stories and my life and see what things are important to me and things aren’t. Because every woman likes expensive jewelry and extravagant gifts. Bigger is better, right? And dammit, he went to the mall and spent one hour looking at stuff before deciding this must be what I wanted. All that time! So I just smile and laugh and joke and be truly humbled by everyone’s generosity. Thank you for the zebra print earrings I’ll probably never wear. Thank you for the inspiring God Book I’ll never read. Thank you for the diamond earrings that will fall out of my ear 6 months later that you’ll never let me live down and will always shame me for. Because apparently the locking stud failing was entirely my fault. Thank you for the too small clothes in gaudy bright colors that I never wear and make me want to hurl. Oh, I wear too much black? So thoughtful of you to buy me clothes unlike anything I wear so I can be more like you. So, so sweet.

But inside I’m screaming and just want to be left alone. Birthdays used to be about the person who was born and celebrating in a way that would make them feel happy and loved. Not anymore. Now it’s just a day I have to spend with people I don’t want to, going places I don’t want to, picking up my own cake and pretending everything is ok and that I really don’t want to run screaming into the middle of a highway to be hit by a Mac Truck. Yay. I wanted that to be a run on sentence btw, but just couldn’t commit to it. Ah well.

I’m turning one year older. One year closer to death. How many years do I have left? I feel imprisoned. Just doing my time. I wonder what atrocities I committed in past lives that this is my fate now. Somehow I figure I must deserve this. I must have done something to deserve this. So I just need to shut the fuck up and live it out. Serve my sentence until death releases me. (to do it all over again? Man I hope karma really isn’t a thing...) Try to be as normal as I can be for my kids. Don’t miss the moments. Don’t fuck up their childhood too badly. I’m sure I’m doing a real bang up job.

Wow. This is just a fucking fantastic mood I’m in. I think I’ll stop now. No point in going on. All that garbage didn’t really make me feel any better. Any lighter. I just feel tired and spent. I’m sure I’ll delete this one in the future. :P In the meantime tho, I should go to bed. I have a big day of doing everything for everyone else tomorrow as I turn one year older. Or maybe I’ll stay up and binge watch k drama. That’s much more likely so I stop thinking about all this shit. >.<

11:51 pm 7/5/2019

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atlsingleandfabulous · 7 years

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3 yrs and still single....

It’s hard to believe I have been living in Atlanta for 3yrs now. I left everything I have ever known in North Carolina. Don’t get me wrong it was a great change and something that I desparately needed. Leaving my ex fiance, my good paying job that was a pain in my ass, and all my friends/family behind was a breath of fresh air. The weight was lifted off my shoulders and I could finally start over.

I did not however forsee me still being single after 3 yrs of being here in ATL. Dating in your 30s is not easy. It eventually becomes like a constant interview: so have kids?married? do you want any of these things? oh you’re vegan? EEEK...its a constant cycle and now it is just becoming comical at this point.

As of last weekend, I deleted my dating apps due to my last date I went on. Ya know Atlanta is a big city and somehow my present ended up crossing paths with my past. This guy I went out with had asked me some questions and then put everything together and realized I was his college neighbors ex fiance...like how the fuck does this happen? seriously? I moved away and somehow my ex still lingers?

So the date is very short because he is too fascinated with yankees baseball and so he says so do you just want to walk home? (now let me back up to the beginning of this meeting) He had cancelled on me twice earlier that week and so he finally said hey lets meet up at the dog park in Piedmont so I walk to it because its not far for me nor hard for me because its my usual running path. SO we meet at the dog park and he is like lets go get some food so he drove me and his dog to Takorea in Midtown (which was decent food) but the date ended quick . So he proceeds to ask so do you just want to walk home....He doesn’t even offer to drive me home...noooo he just asks if I want to walk home...so being the single independent person I am I said that’s fine and said thank you for the meal and proceeded walking ANGRILY home. ITS FAR from my place when you have to walk. So took me 1.5hrs to get home and its getting dark...I could have taken uber but DAMMIT I was so pissed that this guy had NO IDEA what a gentleman was. So here I am off the dating apps because I am surrendering. I just can’t take the interviews anymore.

So good luck out there ATL Singles...

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