#pickingupwhereweleftoff

[edmondtc]

Got the chance to spend the afternoon with this lovely. And? It was lovely. #friends #friendship #catchingup #pickingupwhereweleftoff #honesty #authenticity #compassion #love #openheart (at Vancouver Waterfront)

[smexylexi]

Pumpkin pancakes, savory crepes and brunching with this gorgeous girl, so happy to have you home! Every brunette needs a blonde best friend👭 ❤️🐣 #wcw #Polaroid #breakfastdate #wokeupforthis #pickingupwhereweleftoff (at Egg Plantation)

[kk-reaper]

Today has proven that somethings never change. 😜🤘🏻🍻❤️ #sister #pickingupwhereweleftoff #childrenforlife

[paoplayz-blog]

Singapore bound! #PaoPlayz #ChinaEpisodes #WinterWanderlust #BeenBusy #PickingUpWhereWeLeftOff #PitStop #IndiaNext (at Shenzhen Bao'an International Airport)

[e-generalmills]

Stacy's Story

So continue where I left off, there was a girl named Stacy.  I somewhat knew Stacy.  She went to a high school about 10 miles away from me and did some extracurricular activities that I remember seeing her at.  We only ever introduced ourselves once during that time.  

When my freshman year of college had started, I remember her hanging out with some of my friends from high school since we all knew each other.  I never really talked to her though because I was extremely shy about it all.  Over the course of my freshman year and sophomore, I would see her every now and again walking through campus.  But nothing ever really happened.

About 1 month after my girlfriend broke up with me, I started to see Stacy around campus more frequently.  I didn't really pay much attention to it, until it occurred almost every other day for a week and a half.  I didn't know what to say to her, so I never did.  There was just something about her that alluded me toward her.  

Two days before our spring break, my friends had suggested that I message her on Facebook.  So I did what they said, thinking what's the worst that could happen.  I basically stated that I've been seeing her a lot recently and haven't had the chance to talk to her, and asking if she'd want to meet up for coffee and catch up sometime.  Well the following day it showed that the message was seen.  She wouldn't respond to it until 3 weeks later.  In that time frame, she was all I really thought about. I even had dreams about her.  Nothing really happened in these dreams, except that we would just be hanging out and talking.  By the time she responded to that message, I had nearly given up on hope.  I had wrote another message just laying it all out there that even though I don't really know her, I had a crush on her and thought she was absolutely gorgeous.  I also mentioned something about possibly taking her out on a date sometime, only if she was ok with that.  I didn't want to sound too much.

She said she doesn't really get on Facebook that often and doesn't usually get around to responding to messages if at all.  She was flattered by what I had to say, but said she was recently seeing someone and that going on a date wouldn't be the best idea.  She also said she might come to a party my friend and I were hosting that weekend.  I was absolutely happy that she responded, even though it wasn't what I was hoping for.  I think just having some closure on the situation really helped.

Onto the party. The theme was pop culture and I dressed as the Blues Brothers with one of my friends.  It was a huge hit and people dressed the part at a high level.  It was a lot of fun, but I found myself practically waiting all night for Stacy to arrive.  The party started at 10:00 PM and I waited nearly 3 hours for her to show up, but she never did.  Throughout the night I had been drinking.  I feel that part of it was because I was upset she never showed up.  I'm almost glad she didn't because I was a complete mess with alcohol that night.  Again, this wasn't something I was used to.  The past month has just turned me into a drinker. 

Since then, I had gotten over Stacy and haven't really thought about her nor seen her around on campus.  Not shortly after though, came girl 2.  For this story, we'll call her Marie