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@simply-robbie
May have found some good options for the gallery. But also just good wines.
Truth: Who is the last person you creeped on social media? Dare: Wear “Kiss me…It’s my Birthday” board over your neck for 20 minutes.
Seriously? Aiight then, someone help me find cardboard for a sign.
Truth: What is your guilty pleasure? Dare: Dump a bunch of LEGOs on the floor and walk over them with your bare feet.
Sadly, I do not have LEGO. As far as guilty pleasures go, trash reality tv. The Kardashians can make anyone feel like they make comparatively good life choices.
truth: who have you betrayed? dare: get a tattoo of your zodiac sign on your forehead
In the interest of staying employed, I’m going to have to go with truth. Pretty sure my ex felt pretty betrayed when I ended things and moved across the country without much of an explanation rather than dealing with the awkward.
Congrats to the bride and the groom.
idrinkredwine:
I make zero promises. This is fantastic wine.
Wow, we really must be friends for you to put a whole one aside ;)
Don’t give yourself too much credit. We’ll be sharing it ;)
You just gotta ruin the moment, don't you?
idrinkredwine:
I make zero promises. This is fantastic wine.
Wow, we really must be friends for you to put a whole one aside ;)
It’s a whole bottle kinda night. Enjoy the festivities. I’ll be enjoying this bottle if anyone needs me.
Don’t drink all of the alcohol. I might need some at some point.
Burned someone’s playbook. Many regrets. Many. Many. Regrets.
simply-robbie:
She already has an appointment for a full check up and hopefully they can look up her ear tattoo or find a microchip that will give them her medical history. If all goes well she’ll have a clean bill of health and hopefully be returned to a family that is actually looking for her. In the interim I gave her a flea-dip and have invested in some solid pet friendly cleaning supplies.
That’s a relief. I know you’re taking good care of her, but I’m sure she misses her family.
Oh yeah, all she wants is cuddles all the time. Attachment anxiety like crazy, poor kid. But I don’t really do half measures so I guess I have a cuddle buddy until we find her actual cuddle buddy.
simply-robbie:
Or that. Still sad, though. The one is still my temporary room mate.
You might want to get it shots and checked out, who knows where that thing has been.
She already has an appointment for a full check up and hopefully they can look up her ear tattoo or find a microchip that will give them her medical history. If all goes well she’ll have a clean bill of health and hopefully be returned to a family that is actually looking for her. In the interim I gave her a flea-dip and have invested in some solid pet friendly cleaning supplies.
uninterestedinthatopinion:
Or… you know… two people happened to lose dogs around the same time. They could also both be strays. The number of stray dogs is really high.
Or that. Still sad, though. The one is still my temporary room mate.
simply-robbie:
“Hypothetically… they march to the beat of their own drum,” Robbie said. Summarizing David was… probably an olympic sport if one did it right.
“Seriously? Your advice is be more interesting?” Robbie repeated. He was stolid, practical, good at solving problems. Admittedly none of which were exactly sexy traits. “Wyatt - wait, no. Hypothetically-” hypotheticals were falling apart at this point, “-if someone already had something set up on Valentine’s, they might not need to spice things up. I mean, if it actually was a date.”
Why oh why had he bothered asking Wyatt. He was going to need a lot of therapy to undo this fiasco and they were just getting started.
Clearing his throat, he rephrased, “How do you know if it’s a date without straight out asking if it’s a date?”
“Uh… sure. Okay. I have no clue what that means exactly but sounds like you really know how to pick em’. But, that’s a you problem anyway, nothing I can do about that, so back to the issue at hand,” Wyatt said, infinitely more curious about who this mystery person was, but deciding to let it go. For now. The truth would come out eventually.
“Yes? What do you expect to happen if you’re boring?” Wyatt huffed, rolling his eyes a little, “Landing a date, and knowing it’s a date, is just the start of it, and you haven’t even gotten that far in your hypotheticals. You always have to keep the other person interested if you want the first date to lead to a second one.” Running a hand through his hair, Wyatt smiled, “Not all of us can be this naturally interesting, after all.” Pondering Robbie’s question for a moment, Wyatt laughed, “The answer’s obvious, isn’t it? Make it one. Don’t even consider that it’s not one, and do the things you’d do with a date anyway. You have been on a date before right?” Wyatt asked, raising an eyebrow, honestly not sure if he’d get a ‘yes’ at this point.
Why had he invited this judgement in the first place? Many regrets.
“Naturally... interesting,” Robbie repeated, trying to keep a straight face and nodding, “yeah... Wyatt, that’s one word for it.” He wasn’t sure if interesting exactly summed Wyatt up. He was one of the most extra beings to ever haunt new Orleans.
“Of course I’ve been on dates before,” Robbie said. “I dated the same person for years, I’ve been on dates, it’s just this one specifically I can’t figur-” Well, he’d just blown the hypothetical right out of the water there. “And that is TERRIBLE advice, Wyatt. You can’t just DECIDE something is a date, it kind of defeats the purpose.” What on earth did Wyatt consider a date???
The look on Wyatt’s face was a dangerous one. “No, Wyatt, I do not need dating advice from you. This. One. Specific. Thing. Please.”
Dunno whose dog this is, but she might be mine now…
Someone must have let the dogs out, I found this one sitting on my porch.
How can someone have lost two dogs? Ugh, I fee bad for the poor fellas.
jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?
The magic cleaning fairy that my room mate seems to think does his dishes.
wyatts-spoons:
“Ah, sure, hypothetical, whatever you say,” Wyatt said, waving off the technicalities and taking a sip of his cocktail while he listened. “Strange? That’s pretty vague,” he commented, unsure of what to make of that info, “Are they… hypothetically strange around just you or strange in general? Because there’s a difference. You might want to rethink your life choices if it’s the latter,” he laughed, having been around far too many strange people in his lifetime. “I… what? Jeez, you really do need my help. Tell me, exactly how are flirting and zoning out even in the same realm of interactions? Because I can tell you right now, if they’re zoning out, thinking about anything except you in that moment, they’re not interested,” Wyatt said matter-of-factly, “In which case, you need to be more interesting. Y’know, spice it up a bit?”
“Hypothetically... they march to the beat of their own drum,” Robbie said. Summarizing David was... probably an olympic sport if one did it right.
“Seriously? Your advice is be more interesting?” Robbie repeated. He was stolid, practical, good at solving problems. Admittedly none of which were exactly sexy traits. “Wyatt - wait, no. Hypothetically-” hypotheticals were falling apart at this point, “-if someone already had something set up on Valentine’s, they might not need to spice things up. I mean, if it actually was a date.”
Why oh why had he bothered asking Wyatt. He was going to need a lot of therapy to undo this fiasco and they were just getting started.
Clearing his throat, he rephrased, “How do you know if it’s a date without straight out asking if it’s a date?”
simply-robbie:
Robbie Lindsay knew that he had screwed up in his romantic life when he was wandering through a New Orleans carnival and considering taking Mr. Spoon Fetish up on his “advice” offer.
But, Robbie might also have been the only person capable of kind of making a date on Valentine’s and then realizing that he wasn’t sure if it was a date at all.
Desperate times. Questionable measures.
“So,” Robbie said by way of greeting, “hypothetically, how do you know if something is a date or if something is just a business thing, because apparently I can’t tell the difference.”
So. Many. Regrets.
@wyatts-spoons
Hearing a voice, Wyatt spun around slightly on his bar stool, smirking at Robbie. “Glad to see you finally know what’s good for you,” he said, patting the other man on the shoulder. Now, Wyatt had little to no experience actually dating (his own choice, mind you) but what could be so complicated about it? “Did either of you specify it was a date?” he asked plainly, quirking an eyebrow, “I’m going to assume the answer is no if you have to ask.” Pondering for a moment, Wyatt concluded he needed more information, “So, tell me about it, how exactly did this… arrangement happen?”
Wyatt looked far too satisfied with himself for anyone’s good. Robbie could add this to his laundry list of poor life choices.
“It’s hypothetical, Wyatt.” Robbie seemed to remember at this particular moment something about Wyatt and blackmail. The regrets were piling up like tears on tax day. This was fine. the world was on fire. “But, uhhh,” he tapped his fingers on the bar, “Hypothetically two people made plans that happent o be on Valentine’s Day. But one party is just... strange. Like are they flirting or are they just zoning out thinking about a sweater they really liked, you know?”