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On a positive note, 16's writing ability has gotten much better...its gone from yeah that happened type writing to omfg dude is playing and this is a New York Times Romance Novel best seller... :mellow:

So I guess you got a fall back plan at the very least bud

 
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I feel like not only is No. 16 trying to put on a show for his gf (acting super busy, etc), he is trying to do it for us too. He types out a couple paragraphs that anyone can type in all of 5 min, and acts like its a long update that took forever. Then responds multiple times within 20 min when people ask why its taking so long...if you are really that busy you wouldnt be checking this site multiple times in 20 min....

 
'ditka...mike ditka said:
I feel like not only is No. 16 trying to put on a show for his gf (acting super busy, etc), he is trying to do it for us too. He types out a couple paragraphs that anyone can type in all of 5 min, and acts like its a long update that took forever. Then responds multiple times within 20 min when people ask why its taking so long...if you are really that busy you wouldnt be checking this site multiple times in 20 min....
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I was hoping for a Friday update during work hours.
 
'The_Man said:
'Das Boot said:
'PitbullTD said:
On a positive note, 16's writing ability has gotten much better...its gone from yeah that happened type writing to omfg dude is playing and this is a New York Times Romance Novel best seller... :mellow:
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Weird, ain't it?
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Maybe when he got back together with the ex, she made him turn over the passwords to all his accounts and she's writing this final installment.
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I'd say the more possible situation was No 16, volunteered the information while massaging her feet.
 
My guess is he wins a dance-off against the "Chinese dude" for the affections of the "Filipina chick" causing the ex to pubicly declare that she made the biggest mistake of her life. Afterwards No. 16 strikes out with the "Filipina Chick" at the after party, and the ex offers to walk him to his hotel room. He has "meaningless" sex with the ex telling her that this does mean they are getting back together. The fact that he has not been updating his story is only beause he has spent the last week spending "meaningless" time with the ex and arranging what he will call a "Friends with Benefits" agreement with the ex. In two months we will all be invited to the engagement party which is cool cause she knows that he is in control of their relationship.

 
'Angry Beavers said:
My guess is he wins a dance-off against the "Chinese dude" for the affections of the "Filipina chick" causing the ex to pubicly declare that she made the biggest mistake of her life. Afterwards No. 16 strikes out with the "Filipina Chick" at the after party, and the ex offers to walk him to his hotel room. He has "meaningless" sex with the ex telling her that this does mean they are getting back together. The fact that he has not been updating his story is only beause he has spent the last week spending "meaningless" time with the ex and arranging what he will call a "Friends with Benefits" agreement with the ex. In two months we will all be invited to the engagement party which is cool cause she knows that he is in control of their relationship.
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i predict a Co-ed Bachelor Party just around the corner.
 
Right after the bride and groom had their dance, with his emotions getting the better of him, No 16 grabbed the microphone from the DJ. Going to the center of the dance floor, he makes an impassioned speech, recounting all of the great times he had with his former girlfriend and how like those two kids in the Notebook, they were meant to be together. At this point, he was expecting to the crowd to go wild clapping and cheering him on (it happens in movies, right?), but alas he is met with the sound of crickets.

But wait, he notices a girl stand up in the back of the room. This is it, he thinks! She'll start clapping and just like the movies everyone else will join in and his ex will no longer be his ex. This was going to turn out alright!

Wait...what was the girl doing? Was she waving to him? Swatting a fly? No 16 feels a pit in his stomach. The girl he had hoped would start the chorus of clapping and win him back his girl turned out to be the girl he met in Vegas with one hand and everyone knows what the sound of one hand clapping sounds like - the sound of No 16 growing old alone.

Poor No 16.

 
'Witz said:
Right after the bride and groom had their dance, with his emotions getting the better of him, No 16 grabbed the microphone from the DJ. Going to the center of the dance floor, he makes an impassioned speech, recounting all of the great times he had with his former girlfriend and how like those two kids in the Notebook, they were meant to be together. At this point, he was expecting to the crowd to go wild clapping and cheering him on (it happens in movies, right?), but alas he is met with the sound of crickets. But wait, he notices a girl stand up in the back of the room. This is it, he thinks! She'll start clapping and just like the movies everyone else will join in and his ex will no longer be his ex. This was going to turn out alright!Wait...what was the girl doing? Was she waving to him? Swatting a fly? No 16 feels a pit in his stomach. The girl he had hoped would start the chorus of clapping and win him back his girl turned out to be the girl he met in Vegas with one hand and everyone knows what the sound of one hand clapping sounds like - the sound of No 16 growing old alone. Poor No 16.
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No 16 is out, drinking away his sorrows. He feels like he has been turning his life around, yet he's still there, drowning his sadness away with liquor. Thats when it finally happens. A Revelation... He finally realizes that this was it. This was the reason she left in the first place. He was a drunk and didn't even realize it. So he stands up, the best he can, and makes a pledge right then and there. No more drinking! I'm gonna win her back, he thinks to himself. He stumbles out to his car. Feeling so much better now that he has come to this realization. He starts up his car. but that's when he sees her. She's standing, alone, across the street. Just like it was meant to be. He gets out of his car and composes himself. After all he's just had this revelation. So he starts walking toward her and just as there eyes meet... :Soprano's Ending:
 
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Right after the bride and groom had their dance, with his emotions getting the better of him, No 16 grabbed the microphone from the DJ. Going to the center of the dance floor, he makes an impassioned speech, recounting all of the great times he had with his former girlfriend and how like those two kids in the Notebook, they were meant to be together. At this point, he was expecting to the crowd to go wild clapping and cheering him on (it happens in movies, right?), but alas he is met with the sound of crickets. But wait, he notices a girl stand up in the back of the room. This is it, he thinks! She'll start clapping and just like the movies everyone else will join in and his ex will no longer be his ex. This was going to turn out alright!Wait...what was the girl doing? Was she waving to him? Swatting a fly? No 16 feels a pit in his stomach. The girl he had hoped would start the chorus of clapping and win him back his girl turned out to be the girl he met in Vegas with one hand and everyone knows what the sound of one hand clapping sounds like - the sound of No 16 growing old alone. Poor No 16.
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7/10- no usage of military time whatsoever + no indication of whether or not the reception was "crackin".
 
'Rick James said:
'Witz said:
Right after the bride and groom had their dance, with his emotions getting the better of him, No 16 grabbed the microphone from the DJ. Going to the center of the dance floor, he makes an impassioned speech, recounting all of the great times he had with his former girlfriend and how like those two kids in the Notebook, they were meant to be together. At this point, he was expecting to the crowd to go wild clapping and cheering him on (it happens in movies, right?), but alas he is met with the sound of crickets. But wait, he notices a girl stand up in the back of the room. This is it, he thinks! She'll start clapping and just like the movies everyone else will join in and his ex will no longer be his ex. This was going to turn out alright!Wait...what was the girl doing? Was she waving to him? Swatting a fly? No 16 feels a pit in his stomach. The girl he had hoped would start the chorus of clapping and win him back his girl turned out to be the girl he met in Vegas with one hand and everyone knows what the sound of one hand clapping sounds like - the sound of No 16 growing old alone. Poor No 16.
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7/10- no usage of military time whatsoever + no indication of whether or not the reception was "crackin".
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:lmao:
 
Severe letdown happening right now. Feeling like I wasted alot of time reading 61 pages for it to end with a dissapearing act... :thumbdown:

 
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I sit in the back seat with AJ while John drives and Rusty sits shotgun. The buzz from the hotel room pre-party carries into the 4 door hatchback. The four high school friends reminiscence about the days of prom, homework, and hot lesbian Spanish teachers and eventually due to the nature of the celebration that had brought the four together the conversation drifts to the future.

"We're all single. So who do you think will get married next?" I ask.

"Definitely, not me" Rusty proclaims.

"I actually think you'll be next," John says to Rusty, "You've been spending a lot of time with that new girl."

"No way. She's just for fun."

"Well, if you asked this question 6 months ago," AJ says looking at me, "I would have definitely said you were the next one."

"Yah, you were practically married," says John.

Now I wish I had didn't asked the question just one minute ago. They were right though. That's what I thought. That's what our families thought. That's what our friend's thought. Apparently, no one really knew what the hell Alyssa was really thinking.

"####. That was the plan. If you asked me how 2012 would play out I'd tell you that sometime around now Alyssa and I would have enough money to start shopping for a house or even own our by now. Then around October or November I would have planned a trip to Paris and proposed to her there. But #### it. That's life. It's not what I envisioned, but I am having hella fun."

"On to the next one," Rusty adds while giving me a smirk.

We arrive to the hotel where the reception is being held. We're actually the first car there. We walk into the hotel bar and notice some people from the wedding. Most are older and appear to be the family of the bride and groom. Rusty walks to the bar and orders Jameson and Ginger Ale for the 4 of us and we head out to the outdoor pool area where the appetizers are at. A few moments later the rest of the hotel pre-party arrives and the festivities continue. The spunky Filipina Chick, Demi, walks up to the table we're standing at with a champagne flute in hand and places herself right next to me with her companion off at the appetizer table. The conversations and drinking continue with the only break in action is posing for an ungodly amount of pictures to be spammed onto Facebook.

After about 30 minutes, I finally notice that coral dress at the cocktail hour sitting on a bench. She is sipping on champagne as well, but is in a smaller group with her old college friends, 3 of them to be exact. They look like they're enjoying themselves like friends would by the backyard grill, but it's no where near the level of the group that I am in, partying like we're at club. Her back is to me and maybe that's why I didn't care about her presence, but I was having a good time with my friends and I had a new target right next to me.

I wish I could say it was by some master manipulation or planning, but I finally got Demi isolated as we were leaning against the hotel fence, overlooking the lake. We started talking and she was telling me her story. She grew up in Southern California, went to undergrad at UCLA, and got her masters in Chicago where she currently works and lives. She's been there for 5 years now and is planning to move somewhere. She has a dog. Normal girl. Nothing crazy, but hey she's opening up. Eventually, our time alone is broken up by the Chinese dude and the two of us join the rest of the party.

Dinner is finally about to begin and members of the wedding party start to herd us all inside. As I make my way towards the reception hall walking and talking with Demi, Alyssa comes out of no where, squeezes my shoulder, and obviously a little buzzed says, "How are you?"

"I'm doing good," I reply as I give Demi an apologetic look.

"Good. That's good." Alyssa says and continues to walk with us as we make our way to the check in table to find out where we are seated. The good news is I'm not seated at the table with Alyssa. The bad news is that I'm not at the table with Demi. The extra crappy news is that Alyssa, Demi, and chinese dude are at the same table.

TBC...

 
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'No. 16 said:
I sit in the back seat with AJ while John drives and Rusty sits shotgun. The buzz from the hotel room pre-party carries into the 4 door hatchback. The four high school friends reminiscence about the days of prom, homework, and hot lesbian Spanish teachers and eventually due to the nature of the celebration that had brought the four together the conversation drifts to the future."We're all single. So who do you think will get married next?" I ask."Definitely, not me" Rusty proclaims."I actually think you'll be next," John says to Rusty, "You've been spending a lot of time with that new girl.""No way. She's just for fun." "Well, if you asked this question 6 months ago," AJ says looking at me, "I would have definitely said you were the next one.""Yah, you were practically married," says John. Now I wish I had didn't asked the question just one minute ago. They were right though. That's what I thought. That's what our families thought. That's what our friend's thought. Apparently, no one really knew what the hell Alyssa was really thinking. "####. That was the plan. If you asked me how 2012 would play out I'd tell you that sometime around now Alyssa and I would have enough money to start shopping for a house or even own our by now. Then around October or November I would have planned a trip to Paris and proposed to her there. But #### it. That's life. It's not what I envisioned, but I am having hella fun.""On to the next one," Rusty adds while giving me a smirk. We arrive to the hotel where the reception is being held. We're actually the first car there. We walk into the hotel bar and notice some people from the wedding. Most are older and appear to be the family of the bride and groom. Rusty walks to the bar and orders Jameson and Ginger Ale for the 4 of us and we head out to the outdoor pool area where the appetizers are at. A few moments later the rest of the hotel pre-party arrives and the festivities continue. The spunky Filipina Chick, Demi, walks up to the table we're standing at with a champagne flute in hand and places herself right next to me with her companion off at the appetizer table. The conversations and drinking continue with the only break in action is posing for an ungodly amount of pictures to be spammed onto Facebook. After about 30 minutes, I finally notice that coral dress at the cocktail hour sitting on a bench. She is sipping on champagne as well, but is in a smaller group with her old college friends, 3 of them to be exact. They look like they're enjoying themselves like friends would by the backyard grill, but it's no where near the level of the group that I am in, partying like we're at club. Her back is to me and maybe that's why I didn't care about her presence, but I was having a good time with my friends and I had a new target right next to me. I wish I could say it was by some master manipulation or planning, but I finally got Demi isolated as we were leaning against the hotel fence, overlooking the lake. We started talking and she was telling me her story. She grew up in Southern California, went to undergrad at UCLA, and got her masters in Chicago where she currently works and lives. She's been there for 5 years now and is planning to move somewhere. She has a dog. Normal girl. Nothing crazy, but hey she's opening up. Eventually, our time alone is broken up by the Chinese dude and the two of us join the rest of the party.Dinner is finally about to begin and members of the wedding party start to herd us all inside. As I make my way towards the reception hall walking and talking with Demi, Alyssa comes out of no where, squeezes my shoulder, and obviously a little buzzed says, "How are you?" "I'm doing good," I reply as I give Demi an apologetic look. "Good. That's good." Alyssa says and continues to walk with us as we make our way to the check in table to find out where we are seated. The good news is I'm not seated at the table with Alyssa. The bad news is that I'm not at the table with Demi. The extra crappy news is that Alyssa, Demi, and chinese dude are at the same table.
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So wait, you remember it like that from a week ago? GTFO bro. Shtick. :fishing: you're already back together with the ex.SOB.
 
'Das Boot said:
'PitbullTD said:
On a positive note, 16's writing ability has gotten much better...its gone from yeah that happened type writing to omfg dude is playing and this is a New York Times Romance Novel best seller... :mellow:
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Weird, ain't it?
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What can I say but this thread has evolved. It started out as me seeking for advice/support, then doing live updates, just thinking out loud, and now that my life less interesting just some narratives. I should have given the Vegas trip better care, but everyone was in a hurry. Sorry.
'ditka...mike ditka said:
I feel like not only is No. 16 trying to put on a show for his gf (acting super busy, etc), he is trying to do it for us too. He types out a couple paragraphs that anyone can type in all of 5 min, and acts like its a long update that took forever. Then responds multiple times within 20 min when people ask why its taking so long...if you are really that busy you wouldnt be checking this site multiple times in 20 min....
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I'm a slow typist. I don't type normally, really only using my thumbs, pointer, and middle fingers. Also, at times when I reply I am able to do so from my iphone. Hard to type paragraphs on an iphone.
 
'PitbullTD said:
'No. 16 said:
I sit in the back seat with AJ while John drives and Rusty sits shotgun. The buzz from the hotel room pre-party carries into the 4 door hatchback. The four high school friends reminiscence about the days of prom, homework, and hot lesbian Spanish teachers and eventually due to the nature of the celebration that had brought the four together the conversation drifts to the future."We're all single. So who do you think will get married next?" I ask."Definitely, not me" Rusty proclaims."I actually think you'll be next," John says to Rusty, "You've been spending a lot of time with that new girl.""No way. She's just for fun." "Well, if you asked this question 6 months ago," AJ says looking at me, "I would have definitely said you were the next one.""Yah, you were practically married," says John. Now I wish I had didn't asked the question just one minute ago. They were right though. That's what I thought. That's what our families thought. That's what our friend's thought. Apparently, no one really knew what the hell Alyssa was really thinking. "####. That was the plan. If you asked me how 2012 would play out I'd tell you that sometime around now Alyssa and I would have enough money to start shopping for a house or even own our by now. Then around October or November I would have planned a trip to Paris and proposed to her there. But #### it. That's life. It's not what I envisioned, but I am having hella fun.""On to the next one," Rusty adds while giving me a smirk. We arrive to the hotel where the reception is being held. We're actually the first car there. We walk into the hotel bar and notice some people from the wedding. Most are older and appear to be the family of the bride and groom. Rusty walks to the bar and orders Jameson and Ginger Ale for the 4 of us and we head out to the outdoor pool area where the appetizers are at. A few moments later the rest of the hotel pre-party arrives and the festivities continue. The spunky Filipina Chick, Demi, walks up to the table we're standing at with a champagne flute in hand and places herself right next to me with her companion off at the appetizer table. The conversations and drinking continue with the only break in action is posing for an ungodly amount of pictures to be spammed onto Facebook. After about 30 minutes, I finally notice that coral dress at the cocktail hour sitting on a bench. She is sipping on champagne as well, but is in a smaller group with her old college friends, 3 of them to be exact. They look like they're enjoying themselves like friends would by the backyard grill, but it's no where near the level of the group that I am in, partying like we're at club. Her back is to me and maybe that's why I didn't care about her presence, but I was having a good time with my friends and I had a new target right next to me. I wish I could say it was by some master manipulation or planning, but I finally got Demi isolated as we were leaning against the hotel fence, overlooking the lake. We started talking and she was telling me her story. She grew up in Southern California, went to undergrad at UCLA, and got her masters in Chicago where she currently works and lives. She's been there for 5 years now and is planning to move somewhere. She has a dog. Normal girl. Nothing crazy, but hey she's opening up. Eventually, our time alone is broken up by the Chinese dude and the two of us join the rest of the party.Dinner is finally about to begin and members of the wedding party start to herd us all inside. As I make my way towards the reception hall walking and talking with Demi, Alyssa comes out of no where, squeezes my shoulder, and obviously a little buzzed says, "How are you?" "I'm doing good," I reply as I give Demi an apologetic look. "Good. That's good." Alyssa says and continues to walk with us as we make our way to the check in table to find out where we are seated. The good news is I'm not seated at the table with Alyssa. The bad news is that I'm not at the table with Demi. The extra crappy news is that Alyssa, Demi, and chinese dude are at the same table.
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So wait, you remember it like that from a week ago? GTFO bro. Shtick. :fishing: you're already back together with the ex.SOB.
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Why is that so hard to believe I can remember all that?
 
'No. 16 said:
'PitbullTD said:
'No. 16 said:
I sit in the back seat with AJ while John drives and Rusty sits shotgun. The buzz from the hotel room pre-party carries into the 4 door hatchback. The four high school friends reminiscence about the days of prom, homework, and hot lesbian Spanish teachers and eventually due to the nature of the celebration that had brought the four together the conversation drifts to the future.

"We're all single. So who do you think will get married next?" I ask.

"Definitely, not me" Rusty proclaims.

"I actually think you'll be next," John says to Rusty, "You've been spending a lot of time with that new girl."

"No way. She's just for fun."

"Well, if you asked this question 6 months ago," AJ says looking at me, "I would have definitely said you were the next one."

"Yah, you were practically married," says John.

Now I wish I had didn't asked the question just one minute ago. They were right though. That's what I thought. That's what our families thought. That's what our friend's thought. Apparently, no one really knew what the hell Alyssa was really thinking.

"####. That was the plan. If you asked me how 2012 would play out I'd tell you that sometime around now Alyssa and I would have enough money to start shopping for a house or even own our by now. Then around October or November I would have planned a trip to Paris and proposed to her there. But #### it. That's life. It's not what I envisioned, but I am having hella fun."

"On to the next one," Rusty adds while giving me a smirk.

We arrive to the hotel where the reception is being held. We're actually the first car there. We walk into the hotel bar and notice some people from the wedding. Most are older and appear to be the family of the bride and groom. Rusty walks to the bar and orders Jameson and Ginger Ale for the 4 of us and we head out to the outdoor pool area where the appetizers are at. A few moments later the rest of the hotel pre-party arrives and the festivities continue. The spunky Filipina Chick, Demi, walks up to the table we're standing at with a champagne flute in hand and places herself right next to me with her companion off at the appetizer table. The conversations and drinking continue with the only break in action is posing for an ungodly amount of pictures to be spammed onto Facebook.

After about 30 minutes, I finally notice that coral dress at the cocktail hour sitting on a bench. She is sipping on champagne as well, but is in a smaller group with her old college friends, 3 of them to be exact. They look like they're enjoying themselves like friends would by the backyard grill, but it's no where near the level of the group that I am in, partying like we're at club. Her back is to me and maybe that's why I didn't care about her presence, but I was having a good time with my friends and I had a new target right next to me.

I wish I could say it was by some master manipulation or planning, but I finally got Demi isolated as we were leaning against the hotel fence, overlooking the lake. We started talking and she was telling me her story. She grew up in Southern California, went to undergrad at UCLA, and got her masters in Chicago where she currently works and lives. She's been there for 5 years now and is planning to move somewhere. She has a dog. Normal girl. Nothing crazy, but hey she's opening up. Eventually, our time alone is broken up by the Chinese dude and the two of us join the rest of the party.

Dinner is finally about to begin and members of the wedding party start to herd us all inside. As I make my way towards the reception hall walking and talking with Demi, Alyssa comes out of no where, squeezes my shoulder, and obviously a little buzzed says, "How are you?"

"I'm doing good," I reply as I give Demi an apologetic look.

"Good. That's good." Alyssa says and continues to walk with us as we make our way to the check in table to find out where we are seated. The good news is I'm not seated at the table with Alyssa. The bad news is that I'm not at the table with Demi. The extra crappy news is that Alyssa, Demi, and chinese dude are at the same table.
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So wait, you remember it like that from a week ago? GTFO bro. Shtick. :fishing: you're already back together with the ex.SOB.
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Why is that so hard to believe I can remember all that?
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The Bolded, reads like it just happened. It didn't. My momma didn't raise no fool brostashio. You are full of ####. :hot:
 
Don't cater to my comments homie. Just type the rest of the story. I want to hear about the breakfast in bed you made for the ex, and how you and her and the dog are a happy little family.

Come on with it.

 
'PitbullTD said:
'No. 16 said:
'PitbullTD said:
'No. 16 said:
I sit in the back seat with AJ while John drives and Rusty sits shotgun. The buzz from the hotel room pre-party carries into the 4 door hatchback. The four high school friends reminiscence about the days of prom, homework, and hot lesbian Spanish teachers and eventually due to the nature of the celebration that had brought the four together the conversation drifts to the future.

"We're all single. So who do you think will get married next?" I ask.

"Definitely, not me" Rusty proclaims.

"I actually think you'll be next," John says to Rusty, "You've been spending a lot of time with that new girl."

"No way. She's just for fun."

"Well, if you asked this question 6 months ago," AJ says looking at me, "I would have definitely said you were the next one."

"Yah, you were practically married," says John.

Now I wish I had didn't asked the question just one minute ago. They were right though. That's what I thought. That's what our families thought. That's what our friend's thought. Apparently, no one really knew what the hell Alyssa was really thinking.

"####. That was the plan. If you asked me how 2012 would play out I'd tell you that sometime around now Alyssa and I would have enough money to start shopping for a house or even own our by now. Then around October or November I would have planned a trip to Paris and proposed to her there. But #### it. That's life. It's not what I envisioned, but I am having hella fun."

"On to the next one," Rusty adds while giving me a smirk.

We arrive to the hotel where the reception is being held. We're actually the first car there. We walk into the hotel bar and notice some people from the wedding. Most are older and appear to be the family of the bride and groom. Rusty walks to the bar and orders Jameson and Ginger Ale for the 4 of us and we head out to the outdoor pool area where the appetizers are at. A few moments later the rest of the hotel pre-party arrives and the festivities continue. The spunky Filipina Chick, Demi, walks up to the table we're standing at with a champagne flute in hand and places herself right next to me with her companion off at the appetizer table. The conversations and drinking continue with the only break in action is posing for an ungodly amount of pictures to be spammed onto Facebook.

After about 30 minutes, I finally notice that coral dress at the cocktail hour sitting on a bench. She is sipping on champagne as well, but is in a smaller group with her old college friends, 3 of them to be exact. They look like they're enjoying themselves like friends would by the backyard grill, but it's no where near the level of the group that I am in, partying like we're at club. Her back is to me and maybe that's why I didn't care about her presence, but I was having a good time with my friends and I had a new target right next to me.

I wish I could say it was by some master manipulation or planning, but I finally got Demi isolated as we were leaning against the hotel fence, overlooking the lake. We started talking and she was telling me her story. She grew up in Southern California, went to undergrad at UCLA, and got her masters in Chicago where she currently works and lives. She's been there for 5 years now and is planning to move somewhere. She has a dog. Normal girl. Nothing crazy, but hey she's opening up. Eventually, our time alone is broken up by the Chinese dude and the two of us join the rest of the party.

Dinner is finally about to begin and members of the wedding party start to herd us all inside. As I make my way towards the reception hall walking and talking with Demi, Alyssa comes out of no where, squeezes my shoulder, and obviously a little buzzed says, "How are you?"

"I'm doing good," I reply as I give Demi an apologetic look.

"Good. That's good." Alyssa says and continues to walk with us as we make our way to the check in table to find out where we are seated. The good news is I'm not seated at the table with Alyssa. The bad news is that I'm not at the table with Demi. The extra crappy news is that Alyssa, Demi, and chinese dude are at the same table.
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So wait, you remember it like that from a week ago? GTFO bro. Shtick. :fishing: you're already back together with the ex.SOB.
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Why is that so hard to believe I can remember all that?
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The Bolded, reads like it just happened. It didn't. My momma didn't raise no fool brostashio. You are full of ####. :hot:
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Obviously it is so hard to remember #### I actually experienced. Plus you're talking about how hard it is to remember two conversations?
 
'No. 16 said:
After about 30 minutes, I finally notice that coral dress at the cocktail hour sitting on a bench. She is sipping on champagne as well, but is in a smaller group with her old college friends, 3 of them to be exact. They look like they're enjoying themselves like friends would by the backyard grill, but it's no where near the level of the group that I am in, partying like we're at club.
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Next step is referring to himself in the third person. "The 16."
 
'No. 16 said:
She grew up in Southern California, went to undergrad at UCLA, and got her masters in Chicago where she currently works and lives. She's been there for 5 years now and is planning to move somewhere. She has a dog.
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But wait. What about YOUR dog? Are you really thinking about bringing another dog into your life and possibly replacing your current dog? I mean, getting a happy ending from a hooker and banging a coke dealer raw-dog were one thing, but this is getting a little depraved.Man in the Box -- :finger:

 
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'PitbullTD said:
'jamny said:
'PitbullTD said:
So I have wasted over half my day getting from page #1-#38....Made it through the epicness of the first 19 pages, The hilarity and epic crash with the DUI, and the 10 pages of :yawn: boringness following the DUI, its starting to pick back up via page 30 or so...

I need a break though so heading to the bar. Are the next 22 pages worth the read or not?
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I only like the stuff about the ex-girlfriend. Ignore the rest.
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This is totally the vibe I've gotten so far...16 is completely and totally in love with the ex...and don't any of you try to say he's not....Getting pretty :yawn:
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'No. 16 said:
I'm a slow typist. I don't type normally, really only using my thumbs, pointer, and middle fingers. Also, at times when I reply I am able to do so from my iphone. Hard to type paragraphs on an iphone.
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Got to say. The last few updates basically seem like you've been waiting 60 pages to post them and that this fishing trip is finally coming to an end.
 
'Mr. Pickles said:
'PitbullTD said:
Don't cater to my comments homie. Just type the rest of the story. I want to hear about the breakfast in bed you made for the ex, and how you and her and the dog are a happy little family.Come on with it.
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Can you please shut up?
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:penalty:
 
'IvanKaramazov said:
'No. 16 said:
She grew up in Southern California, went to undergrad at UCLA, and got her masters in Chicago where she currently works and lives. She's been there for 5 years now and is planning to move somewhere. She has a dog.
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But wait. What about YOUR dog? Are you really thinking about bringing another dog into your life and possibly replacing your current dog? I mean, getting a happy ending from a hooker and banging a coke dealer raw-dog were one thing, but this is getting a little depraved.Man in the Box -- :finger:
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:lol: That's freaky. Great minds...
 
I get to my table with Rusty, John, AJ, our friend Peter and his girlfriend and two other couples. I'm a bit disappointed in our company for the evening. On the bright side, we have the bar right behind us. Slowly everyone gets situated at the tables and the mingling commences. I hop from table to table just talking with friends and almost each time Alyssa, would pop up mid conversation, and try to get my attention. There were numerous times where the person I was talking with and I would just roll our eyes at how awkward Alyssa was making everything. Each time she did it, I became more and more annoyed with her. I would respond to her questions, but would never continue the conversation and eventually would leave for the next table.

When I touched base with Demi's table was the worst. After just talking with everyone, mostly Alyssa's friends from college, I eventually started to divert my attention to Demi, whose inebriation was becoming more apparent. At one point after talking, I was set to take a picture of the two of us on Demi's iphone, cheek to cheek but then Alyssa interrupted and shouted, "I can take the picture for you guys!" Now, she did take the picture, but her interjection just ruined the vibe.

Did she need to ruin everything? Going into the day, I had expected a whole bunch of feelings, emotions, and craziness to come over me when I saw Alyssa. The anxiety did hit when I first saw her at church, but as our interactions increased I found myself less and less mesmerized again. Sure Alyssa was hotter than Demi, but Alyssa is also a lying #####.

Eventually, dinner was served and all the wedding reception traditions came and went: speeches, slideshow, dances, bouquet toss, etc. Everything was fine and dandy, but this left Demi alone with Alyssa and the chinese dude for a solid hour or so. During this time, I stayed near my table and made my way to the bar every once in while to re-fill on Jameson and Ginger Ale. Despite being next to the bar, I never really ran into Demi again and I think Alyssa eventually got the hint and stopped pestering me.

The MC finally opened the dance floor to everyone and now it was my time to shine. I was just grooving on the dance floor with everyone. Not really dancing with anyone in particular, just having a good time. After about 30 minutes of dancing. I started scanning for Demi on the dance floor, but I couldn't find her. I then checked her table and she was no where to be found. Oh well, so I made my way back to the dance floor and just started dancing with friends. Alyssa was one the other side of the dance floor dancing with a couple of friends as well. Good. I didn't want to deal with her anymore.

Eventually, I saw the chinese dude that came with Demi. I asked him where she was and his response made my jaw clench and and turned rolled my hands into fists of fury.

"She's passed out in Mary's (the bride) hotel room. Alyssa kept downing glasses of wine and was getting Demi to keep up with her."

Wow.... just wow. I knew Alyssa was bat #### crazy and a ####### liar, but she really is the devil re-incarnated if she intentionally got Demi drunk. In the 7 years, I was with Alyssa I know she can hold her liquor pretty well, especially compared with other Asian chicks. What a ####in #####. I have to admit, I did think about going into the room and trying to get some action... but eventually my brain overtook my head. I had to come to terms that my hopes of getting some ##### tonight was KO'd with that news. I didn't know if that was Alyssa's plan to get Demi black out drunk, but no way in hell was I going to give her any attention after that.

The rest of the night was spent dancing with friends. With limited prospects and given the fact that Alyssa would probably megacock block, I popped 4 mollies and had fun for the rest of the night. The only other single girl that I would like to bone was the maid of honor. Beautiful petite chinese/filipina mix who is an architect in the City. I approached her on the dance floor (we had met before) and we talked for a bit. Actually the first thing she said to me was, "You look good!" so Ithought there was hope, but she probably meant "You look surprisingly good for being dumped by your GF of 7 years. I would expect you to look like ####" because after two approaches after dancing for a little bit she would make excuses to leave.

The night went on and the party eventually ended. After the last song played everyone started heading for their cars. As I was walking back, Alyssa finally reappeared. She had a blank look on her face. I really didn't want to talk to her having a feeling she manipulated the situation. I stood still though, because I didn't want to look like a jerk in front of everyone and she said to me,

"Hey. It was good seeing you. You look good."

Well wish I could say the same you ####### #####.

"Just promise me one thing. Please take care of yourself and be safe. Please." She pleaded with me. A look of concern on her face.

Really? Now after all this time. After throwing our relationship away for some piece of meat you met in Vegas, you want me to promise you? You got be ####### kidding me.

Finally I responded, "You don't get to tell me what to do anymore. You have no bearing in my life. You lost that right."

"Really? That's how you want to say good bye? You want to be a ####?"

Yes. I really did. I didn't give her a response and jogged a little to catch up with my friends. The car ride back to the hotel was a quite one with my friends tired from drinking for half the day. It was just a little past 2400 and while the reception was crackin for the most part I still wanted to party, but no one else was down. So I just sat there in the chair that I rambled about earlier in the day, thinking about the events of the evening and my life the past 6 months.

This was truly the last time I HAD to see Alyssa. Everything else would be by choice or by chance. Then I looked back at everything I had done in the past 6 months. It started out rough, but now it's great. I'm actually enjoying exercising. I had an epic experience in Vegas, reconnecting with old friends, making new ones, and planning trips for the future (Vegas for Labor Day and Halloween!!, New York sometime this fall). I had the chance to possibly hook up with Alyssa tonight, but I made my choice with Demi, and although it didn't pan out...hey I made my choice. Now, I'm not saying I never think of Alyssa from time to time, but after that night I realize I'm enjoying my life now. Thank you, Molly.

 
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