#dumbboy

[spaced-n-speedy]

Okay so @k8topot8to made me shutup, selfie Monday common 🥺 @k8topot8to & @cowardlycowboys your turns 🥺

[theladykatvonroyen]

Dumb Boy or Narrow Escape?

You wouldn’t believe what happened to me!! Or maybe you would...

As I’m walking across the parking lot, leaving my local World Market (I needed an old fashioned stovetop espresso pot), a black SUV pulls into the drive and the back passenger window rolls down.

Eyes always see more than we recognize on first glance, but I learned from Stephen King and Roland Deschain to trust what my eyes see, not what I think they didn’t see.  There were four people in the SUV, and I’m fairly certain from the voices heard in the background, they were all male.

The person who rolled down the window was a young male (early to mid twenties), light olive complexion, dark hair, thick brows, dark eyes, strong features.  For those of you in fandom, I SWEAR he could have come straight out of Durmstrang, except for the voice.  The voice was southern suburbian good-ol-boy.  One of the worst.

He calls across the parking lot, “Hey!”

Me: “Huh?”

I’m just surprised, completely dumbfounded by this interruption in my day.  I’m used to being called out like this at conventions, but I was exiting a retail store in my own version of civis.

Him: Hey, do you have a husband?

Me: No

I say this almost questioningly, because I’m recently (it hasn’t been a year yet) divorced from a sociopathic control-freak; I’m always wary of him showing up unexpectedly or paying someone to fuck with me.

Him: Well then, can I take you on a date?

Me: Not tonight.

I have freezer and refrigerator goods in the front floorboard of my car.  

Him: Then, can I get your number?

Me (calling over my shoulder as I’m walking further away): I don’t give out my number!

There were four guys in the black SUV, and my pepper spray was in the front seat of my car.

Him: Then how am I supposed to find you?

I never responded.  I walked quickly to my car, got in my vehicle, promptly locked the doors, and drove home.

Seriously, who the fuck tries to pick up a chick in the parking lot of a World Market?!  Also... pretty sure he was like... half my age.  I mean, I know I don’t look like I’m thirty years old, but I am SO FUCKING TIRED OF DUMB BOYS!!!

[not-a-goodone]

To her

I dont know if we will ever be together again. I dont know if we will ever hug again. I dont know if we will ever talk again. I dont even know if you will see this. But ... i love you. More than anyone before. You came in my life so suddenly. And i did not appreciated enough the time we spent together. And the worst part is... i hurt you. What a "dummass" i am. I freaking love you... and i cant let you go and heal. I prefer to be open wound , than "heal". I limited our contacts , but i am still here for you. Please tell me if you find love somewhere else. If this happens, i will "leave", quietly, wordless and happy for you.

[rhinodany]

Este pinche needy. #goldenretriever #haircut #dumbboy https://www.instagram.com/p/B46Iba_hDy4/?igshid=6qigyiqmqec5

[yungfattt]

#dumbboy https://www.instagram.com/p/B2__YUjhqG4c6MV3-DzB9lZAR5Qpvwcxuk-yOE0/?igshid=bggx23ljxtt1

[lurkingwall]

Dylan farted. #fart #dumbboy #kids (at San Angelo, Texas)

[panchobear]

¿por qué eres así? #dumbboy

[skeetskeetskeet-blog1]

I made these super good quality vinyl stickers to go with every print I release on my site! Go getchoself one @ dumbboy.bigcartel.com