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Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada.

Not only an actual waterfall (I feel that word is not good enough to describe Niagara Falls, but for lack of wording it will have to do.), but also a vast and lively city.

We ended up at a restaurant that gave me a bit of a home feel. Hard Rock Cafe. While sharing a plate of nachos he told me facts about the falls.

He was absolutely passionate about them and knew everything from how much water they spilled per day to facts about sister falls on the American side.

I giggled at him. For the first time he seemed flustered. Caught off guard by his own enthusiasm about the waterfall.

He shrugged, shoving a nacho in his mouth and mumbling “It’s interesting.”.

I didn’t take the chance to tease him. “It really is. Thank you.” was all I replied.

Macho side soothed he finished the nachos and smiled his impish grin and asked “Follow me?”.
I told him “Anywhere.” and I meant it.

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“Out of 10 how enthusiastic a dancer am I? 11” - Tom Hiddleston

Starting the week out with dancin’.

Loki got some moves.

This me happy in my nether pants area.

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An hour and change, a very quiet and awkward car ride later we were at the largest tourist location in Canada.

Niagara Falls.

Now, I understand not everyone thinks flowing water would be exciting, I know I didn’t. At first.

The insane power and force of all that water rushing off the falls. It’s not only beautiful, but exhilarating to stand next to.

Standing there with his arm around me, I barely felt the chill as the falls sprayed us with icy droplets.

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That’s all ask for those who want to complain about anything I wrote.

That’s all ask for those who want to complain about anything I wrote.

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Had a lot of people asking for the joke-jig as it’s own gif… so here it is. Now go forth my strippers and re-gift this to the tumblrsphere.



Had a lot of people asking for the joke-jig as it’s own gif… so here it is. Now go forth my strippers and re-gift this to the tumblrsphere.


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I don’t feel like writing today, I might anyway. I think I’ll go back and try to imagine Andrew again.

I don’t feel like writing today, I might anyway. I think I’ll go back and try to imagine Andrew again.

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I clicked chat because I just want to say a few things.

  • I'm not sure if it matters or if you care anymore. You probably won't even see this. I found out you're getting married the other day. I think all the pain from the time I came home that I thought I had buried deep enough hit me hard. I don't think I've cried like that since, well, since the first time you left me. It was a pain so deeply felt I couldn't move. I cried and screamed from how much it hurt. Since then it feels like my days are just out of whack. I wake up and cry. I go through my day. I lay down to sleep and cry. Repeat. I think I'll be okay, but I don't think I'll ever be able to stop caring about you. Nor will I ever love someone the way I loved you. I pray your life goes well. I want you to be happy. I hope you get everything you ever wanted. I love you and I always will.
  • Sincerely,
  • Me

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I don’t think I’ve ever blushed the way I did at that moment. He noticed and smiled. Opening his mouth as if he were trying to feed a child.

It was coconut milk. The vegetables were tender. The spices were burning my lips. And the crepe was soft, yet crisp. It WAS delicious.

Throughout the meal he would fed me randomly, what seemed thoughtlessly, as he talked to me and random people who would pass by.

I looked at him then.

A Romanesque nose, strong and defined. Full sensual lips. His eyes seemed to change colors, at one angle a beautiful crystal blue and then at another a deep turquoise, like oceans at different beaches. A defined jawline with a cleft in his chin. When he smiled dimples appeared. His curls covering his forehead coming just above his eyebrows.

He was reasonable to look at.

“Do you want to see something more amazing than my face?” He had caught me staring at him.

Flustered, I replied sarcastically “What? Anything at all?”.

He smiled, knowing he had won. He dragged me out of the restaurant and to his car.

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I woke up to a beautiful sunny day. Filled with energy and ready to take a guided tour through Toronto. I walked out of the hotel and there he was.

Laying out on his hood of his black car soaking in the sun. He did make an attractive sight. Skin tight jeans, fitted t-shirt, and boots. Hiding behind dark sunglasses.

Turning his head towards me, he smiled. It only enhanced the image.

He slid off the hood and opened the passenger side door.

I forgot about the tour then. I forgot about his behavior the night before. I didn’t know where he was going, but I knew I wanted to go with him. I got in, he ran to his side, and off we went.

I felt like the farmer’s daughter who ran off with the bad boy from town. A feeling that never went away.

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While I was distracted by the sights around me he had gotten us drinks. I normally don’t drink beer, but I have to agree with other countries. Americans drink really weak beer.

I took a cautious sip. It wasn’t the bitter water I had tried before. It was strong, yet full of flavor. The liquid wasn’t see-though. It was like looking through stained glass. It painted the bar and everyone in it a rich amber tint.

We sat quietly, enjoying the music and beer. I caught him staring at me. It was one of those moments in a movie where the two star-crossed lovers kiss.

We didn’t kiss.

He grabbed my hand and we headed back to his car. On the way back to my hotel he glimpsed over at me with an angry look over his face as he raced along the glistening slick streets.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I was frightened. Which happens often, I’m not the bravest person I know.

He screeched in front of the hotel. I sat there looking at him for a minute then started to open my door. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me close and kissed my cheek. Jumping out of his side he opened my door.

A bit shocked I stuttered “Hey, you can’t just kiss a gal without warning. I don’t even know your name!”.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” He climbed back into his car and disappeared into the night. Leaving me on the sidewalk filled with confusion.

I could still feel the warmth of his lips and scratch of his scruff on my cheek.

Who is he?

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A bit later we parked in a parking lot. He led me to some cobblestone streets.

The sights, smells, and atmosphere were completely different from the rest of the city.

You could hear different instruments playing all sorts of styles of music from every direction. People singing. Dancing. The sticky, sweet smell of freshly made pastries. A more earthy scent of something else.

“Where or better yet, when are we?” I asked him, holding his hand tightly while taking in everything around me.

Smiling, he pulled me into a small pub.

A band was playing music in a corner. People were playing pool. Everyone was drinking and having a good time.

We sat at a table covered in graffiti. Drawings, quotes, and a poem. Slightly worn and faded, I read it. It gave me a nostalgic feel. It didn’t have a name. It was simply signed “Tyler Wilson”. I wondered what kind of life he led. I hope his writing took him somewhere.

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I almost didn’t want to leave, but my growling stomach and the headache that was starting, reminded me that it was lunch time.

I had seen a nice cafe earlier. A bagel sandwich and cup of hot tea sounded great after my morning. Maybe then I could adventure more into the city.
I went out into the freezing cold once again. Almost to the last step, it was like slow motion, I slipped.

I was heading face first for icy concrete. I closed my eyes and stuck my arms out instinctively.

I hit something solid, but not cold and painful like I thought it’d be. A warm sweater covering a broad chest. A very solid chest hiding under that sweater. Curve, one of my favorite scents on a man.

Strangely familiar feel of a man’s hands on my shoulders. I looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.


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As luck would have it, and for someone like me I tend to have it in abundance, it snowed on my birthday. Enough to make up for the lack of snow my first day.

The whole city glowed as the bright white flakes covered every inch of it.

I inhaled my breakfast. Much too excited to wait. I rushed out of the hotel and into the beautiful snowy day.

It didn’t take long for my inner Texan to start complaining.

After getting clobbered by more snowballs than I could count when I walked too close to a snowball fight in a park; I was bitterly cold and questioning my rash decision to come up to this icebox. Walking several blocks I was ready to head back to my warm hotel room and it wasn’t even lunch time. I spotted a large sign “Bata Shoe Museum”.

I do love learning… and shoes.

This place was huge and FILLED with shoes! They had everything from Inuit boots to Indian padukas (They’re crazy tall, strapless flipflops. If y’all don’t know, like I didn’t.).

I spent hours reading about different shoes.

It was like Disneyland for women. I still count it as one of the best times I ever had. Not to be stereotypical, but I love shoes.