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Hannah and Adam. 

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Party Girls. 

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 Room 206, Playboy Club VIP magazine illustration by Don Lewis c. 1960’s

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Mrs. Braddock: What makes you think she wants to marry you?
Benjamin: Oh, she doesn’t. To be perfectly honest, she doesn’t like me.

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The Captain is dating another woman to my surprise. I am not heartbroken but I am angry. Angry at myself for not seeing the light a long time ago. 

And maybe a little angry at him. A lot angry. 

Apparently I require more attention than he is willing to give. And he will not delete my number but I should delete his because he isn’t good for anybody. So he’ll be back. Which makes no sense. 

I never want to see him again. Second chances are rare and blew this one up like a fireworks display on New Year’s Eve.

I am the girl he calls when he is lonely. I am the back up plan. This makes me hate myself entirely too much for my liking. I never thought I was easy to manipulate.

On to the next one. Who wants to hang out?  

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I have finally arrived in the land of guns, Mexican food, basketball, beer and basically all things good and intolerant in this world: TEXAS. Yes, it is as great as it sounds. I knew I was in America when I was waiting in line at passport control and all the Americans were complaining about how long the line was. It’s nice to say line and not queue anymore..

No, I didn’t cry when I landed in Texas. I did cry though when I saw my city from the plane, but it wasn’t really crying..it was more like when you get that lump in your throat and suddenly you’re not dead inside. We’ve all been there. Tears were difficult to produce though.

My favorite part about landing was seeing the Chili’s next to the day spa in the airport. Only in America.. 

After being home though I can say this: It feels like Keele never happened. I really did think this is how it would be. It feels like I was on vacation and it strangely seems like all the friends I met and all of my experiences were in this weird drug induced dream world and I have just woken up.

I may never see many of the friends I made again but maybe I will. Life changes, people meet new friends, new priorities. It happens. But I’m happy that for that short time I was able to have all of my lovely new friends in one place.

As far as coming home..Mexican food as already been eaten (obviously), I have already partied hard, and I have seen MOST of my friends. There is one person though who seems to be the least excited person in the world that I’m home. It is the “You” I have referred to many times in my blog. Let’s call him Captain Dickfarts. The Cap stopped emailing me two weeks before I came home to my surprise and disappointment. Surprise because certain things have been exchanged such as “I miss you, I constantly think about you, etc. along with his suggestion to move in together (NONONONONONONO). Clearly, he seemed serious though. Since I have been home there have been brief texts exchanged and even briefer phone conversations. I have been blown off already and I have decided to stop trying. I’m disappointed but not heartbroken. A part of me expected this. Mostly because people rarely change. Long distance is convenient for people because they can just type sweet nothings and make you feel secure  and loved. Then you come home, the reality of a real commitment is imminent, and they just…bail. I think I can crown the Cap the King of Bailing. I’m just annoyed…if you want to end something stop making plans or saying you want to make plans and then just not. Just don’t say anything at all. In fact, how much easier would it be to have ended it via email while I was gone? No drama and I would have had time to get over it. I think that would have even been more respectful than just flat out ignoring me until I sent an awkward text upon my landing in Atlanta. I think it went something along the lines of: 

Me: Well hello stranger. (cute, but not bitchy)

Him: You’re back?

Me: In atlanta but I’ll be in SA around 7:30. Immediately slaying tacos. 

Him: Awesome! 

Me: I’ll call you later tonight?

Him: Word

That is a stimulating conversation eh? My point is…I am back to square one. Keele was a fantasy in almost every way. Even The Cap himself was a dream. But I’m back to reality and starting over in my familiar, comfortable city. 

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Let’s take this moment to appreciate the finer things in life… like Cary Grant.

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