Biting Back (Completed)

Special guy

It's the end of my work week and I have been waiting for this day. SHOPPING DAY!!! It's another form of therapy. Works well if you don't look back at your bank account. I ascend into a diffent form of being. Just floating from store to store. Sniffing out all the good stuff and silently judging the ugly hideous dresses everywhere. There's so many of them. They remind me of my grandmother's curtains. My grandmother died more than 10 years ago. They must have stolen her curtains and then had a vision of a dress, the most ugliest curtains dress to ever excist.

After buying some new things it is time for a coffee break. I bought myself a simple cappuccino. Nothing else. My card declined. Alright, second times the charm. That didn't work, maybe the third time is the way to go. My card declined... again. That's my cue. Got to go home and cry. A man behind me in saw me having trouble and offered to pay for my coffee. He paid and ordered for himself. We started talking and then I got my coffee. I thanked him for the coffee and said I had to be on my way. He asked me if he could get my socials. I gave him my number and went home, not to cry but to jump out of excitement. He was cute and he was nice. That's a double win if he's single. I have to take extra precautions now. I'm not ending up as the other woman again...
Hopefully he's in the clear.

He's already texted me! I'm getting giddy like a teenage girl watching their favorite artist at a concert for the 100th time in a row. He was saying he liked talking to me at the coffee shop and would like to meet up like that some time again. Who is this man. Why is he so good at this. He's swept me away effortlessly. Literally no effort needed from him. Maybe this was true love at first sight like in those super unrealistic rom-coms that give me false hope for the perfect man and I always end up disappointed, hurt and drunk in an allyway. This could be my prince charming, the knight in shining armor I wanted. Forget Erick, this guy's better by much more percentage. Erick... what about him. I got me someone else. Might I be falling too quickly? True love never lies. This might just be the closest as I get to it.
His name is Caleb. He lives alone with his little weiner dog. He loves books and going on hikes. His favorite color is yellow. He's also my dream guy, my savior, my coffee hero. And he's fresh out of a divorce. Divorce? That means no need to worry darling, he's single and ready to dip his toe in the dating world. Yippee! He's going to be all mine then, since the last one left. He also has no kids, but he does want at least 3 kids in the future. That's alright we can work something out. 3 kids is a little too much for me. Maybe we can split them up and take half a kid. That doesn't so too bad. I can take care of half a kid. It's not like I'll just forget to water him like I did to all those plants. They all died pretty quickly, if they ahd just complained a little I wouldn't have forgotten about their existence. Kids cry and scream, hard to forget something thats right there. We'll be a great big half of half family! We can have a big wedding and celebration. I think I might have to pump some breaks right now so I don't end up getting more hurt then necessary, but I can't find the breaks and I can't pump, so on I go forwards.

Weird someone was ringing my door bell. That's very unusual for me. My friends all just barge in with their creative ways. I don't even question them at this point, they just suddenly appear. Hi David, you already welcomed yourself in so just do your thing. I was just about to go mind my own business, guess I'll just go do that again. Scary sometimes but you get used to it. However it is terrifying when they use the doorbell. It can never be too good of a sign. I asked who it was. Erick... familiar name. Thought I had collectively agreed to forget about him. Can't really commit to it when he keeps showing up. I buzzed him up and he got a little lost trying to find my door but found me eventually. I welcomed him in and we started talking. "You just always seem to show up at the most convenient time, don't you?" I said as he looked around my flat. "I just wanted go check up on you." He said as he sat down on the living room couch. "I think you have the wrong idea here. Let me straighten it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You." I said in a demanding voice. "So? I'm just doing my loyal duty of annoying you but also simultaneously looking out for you and saving you." He said and smiled at me. "I guess you get a couple of grand for doing that since you're taking the job so seriously. I mean at least your good at it, especially the annoying part." I said as I got more annoyed with him. "Aw, I wish got a paycheck for this but the only thing I get for it is your attitude." He anwsered with sarcasm. We went back and forth for good minute and then we started talking about walking goldfish. How did we end up having a conversation about walking goldfish and how we would walk it, I'm not sure. I thought the best way was just to put the fish in a bag. Not just any bag. A special fishtank bag. He said he would just wait for it to flood and then tie a little string on the goldfish and walk with it that way. How did we come up with those conclusions. What the fuck is up with us two together. Like how did I end up here. Wait he's the one in my flat not the other way around, so it's how did HE end up here? My phone beeped after I got a notification. It was from coffee guy a.k.a. My future husband and bearer of my future half child. I automaticaly started swining my feet off the couch in response. I completely forgot that Erick was sitting next to me looking at me in wonder. "Lover boy back with you." He asked. "For your concern. It's not that guy aaand also, by the way, this is my husband, I mean my future husband." I said as I continued texting my future man. I started explaining to Erick how we it was meet-cute. I blabbered about how perfect he is and how single he is after his divorce. "He not interested in you. He definitely won't be any time soon." He said as he looked at me quite serious. "You're just jealous. You haven't even met him how would you know if he want me or not -I mean I think he clearly is interested." I said arguing back. "He's gay" he said looking at me as he smirked. He's not gay. He wanted to go and get coffee and also he... I don't really know him that well, but he's just so nice to me, that's all. "I just know." He explained. He started asking me all these questions about him. Maybe he was trying to analyze his gayness so he could better convince me that this guy was totally not in love with me as I was with him. He's just so jealous that I'm not heading over heels for him as I am for my future man. We're arguing back and forth again. Why am I always arguing with this guy. How do I block him from my life. How do I get rid of him. I didn't realize I was thinking out loud when he looked through me concerned and confused for his own saftey. "That's definitely one way to do it..." He said saddened. He got up and left. That worked well. I can use this on all my failed tinder dates and those stupidly arrogant costumers at work.