beaumont james monroe was born on march 25th, 1982, in houston, texas. he was the third child and second boy of his parents, and they all grew up in suburbia. his parents are still together, and they displayed what beau grew up thinking was the ideal marriage - love, respect, trust.
in school, beau was a swimmer and his best subject was math. he was a smart kid, and he worked hard at everything he put his mind too. in high school, he attended AP classes and was on the swim team. he graduated with a 3.8 GPA and a sports scholarship.
beau wanted to see the world beyond texas, so every college he applied to was out of state. he loved his family, but he wanted to try and build his own life. he attended UC Berkley, for their swim team, their mathematics department and their accountancy programme through their school of business.
at Berkley, he casually dated and had his fun, behaving like an college student would. however, in his fourth year, he met the woman who would become his wife. they dated casually, on and off, but after disappearing from college for a month, she came back to tell him she was pregnant and she was keeping the baby. beau, shocked, but not wanting to let anyone down, did what he thought was best. he asked to be involved.
he graduated college and went on to work in finance. starting as an intern, he quickly worked his way up to support what would become his family. two years after his daughter was born, at 24 years old, he married her mother.
he was married for fifteen years, and his life and marriage seemed very typical, what he expected. he worked hard, getting promotions when he could. he made sure to be a good time, spending time with his daughter, learning her interests, attending all her events, making her celebrations special. he treated his wife with respect and tried to love her. it wasn't always easy, but they made it work.
in truth, if it weren't for their daughter, he wouldn't be married to his wife. he didn't despise her, and he always did his best to treat her well, but he knew he didn't love her fully, and she didn't love him like he wanted to be loved. he thought about initiating divorce when their daughter had moved out, or perhaps waiting until she finished college... it was difficult to know when the right time would be.
his wife beat him to the punch. she came to him when their daughter was 17, and told him she wasn't happy, she had met someone else and fallen in love, and she wanted a divorce. beau was so angry. angry that she couldn't wait until their daughter was graduated, that she had to have it done in her final year of high school. he told her she would get a divorce, but it had to be done respectfully. their daughter was moving house, or moving school. she had to have their full support. he swallowed his pride about a lot of things to try and keep things civil. by the time the divorce was finalised, he was at the end of his rope.
divorced finalised, his daughter graduated, he realised everything he'd done in his life had been for other people. he wanted just one thing to be for him. he couldn't stop thinking about it. he went to therapy to try and snap out of it, but therapy only pushed him more towards making the big jump. it was only after he had his daughter's blessing that he did it.
he applied to patisserie school in switzerland, and got in. he lived there for two years, studying and baking and learning how to speak french. in a strange way, it was kinda like college again - casually dating, sleeping around. he missed his daughter, and he knew she loved watching youtube and 'vloggers', so he started a small youtube channel to show her what he was baking, where he was living, what his life was like in switzerland. it gained a small number of viewers, which surprised him.
after two years, he returned to the us, and decided to settle down in maine so he could be closer to his daughter. he applied for jobs in bakeries, but got rejected due to his lack of experience. he was so grateful when taryn gave him a chance at cobblestone cafe.
he's been living in merrock and working at the cafe since july 2025, living in a bungalow that overlooks the ocean. life is sweet, and he's excited for what the future holds.
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CLOSED STARTER FOR @beaumontmonroe
LOCATION: retro bites
𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝. retro bites was always the best place to go to to get some delicious pancakes. the place was fairly full, so his way towards the bar side and ordered his food. once it came out, he started to eat. he was so hungry, but mainly he was just craving those pancakes. once they came out too, he was in a better mood. he looked for the syrup and he saw that it was by the guy a few chairs down. " hey, do you mind passing the syrup? "
starter for: @beaumontmonroe
location: la vito vino
"So you want me to teach you how to cook?" Dario sat across from Beau who, up until now, had been a loose acquaintance. They know each other through mutual friends, but they'd never really had a private, one-to-one conversation until today. And that conversation had involved Beau making a proposition that, due to his inadequacies with cooking, he required tutelage.
That morning Dario had gotten into an argument with Yasmin's mother - his ex-in-law (he wasn't sure what to call her, really). She had rung him, much to his surprise, only to berate and shout about how he had not communicated much with them since the divorce, and that they were worried about whether his ignorance of them was granted, in kind, to their beloved daughter.
Thankfully not. But ex-mother-in-law didn't want to hear it. And now, after the hiding, Dario was latching to anything onto any form of distraction, so when Beau had come into his restaurant, in that specific, quiet interval between lunchtime and dinner, an opportunity presented itself.
"Okay, okay, right. I'm... I mean, what do you need help cooking, exactly? I hope you don't think I'm gonna teach you how to cook gourmet overnight, we gotta start simple first." Dario shuffled in his seat. "Name a standard recipe that you can make, and then name one another standard one that you can't cook. We'll go from there."
