#bloodymarybrunch

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Today’s therapy lunch includes... Not pictured... @smartypantsburien Troublemaker Chicken sandwich that absolutely kicks ass. I think this was dinner as well. Me full. . . . #bloodymaryBrunch #bloodymary #brunch #burienwa (at Smarty Pants Garage) https://www.instagram.com/p/B17IweUBeve/?igshid=1vijswnle7o35

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👀 Modine in Asbury Park is a #brunch to checkout ✅ 🍅 #bloodymary #lookstasty #lowcountry #asburypark #jerseyshore #asburyparkboardwalk #favoritetown #madamemarie #brucespringsteen #tilly #njeats #stonepony #boardwalk #bloodymarybrunch #njdrinks #localrestaurant (at Modine)

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It’s always 12 o’clock somewhere! Meet Mr. Gin n’ Tonic, Little Ms. Mimosa and Bloody Hell Mary. Summer is here, bottoms up! 🍹🌞

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OKC Date #3

Who: Mr. Awesome Where: Hank's Oyster Bar in Eastern Market What: Brunch and bottomless bloody's

I promised myself I would give Mr. Awesome a second chance, and indeed I did. For some reason, I agreed to brunch on Sunday morning. Extremely moronic on my part, given that I'm usually incapacitated on Sunday mornings. Despite the extra hour Mother Nature gave us in the wee hours of Sunday morning, this past weekend was no different. I began my Saturday party crusade at approximately 3:30 in the afternoon, just in time for the MSU vs U of M kick off. I then reunited with my long lost friends, went to DuPont, drank far too many Bud Lights, and ended my night with a shit ton of leftover macaroni and cheese and texting Old Man Winters. Lovely.

Needless to say, I was hurting come sunrise on Sunday, and all I wanted to do was crawl into a dark, quiet hole (obviously equipped with unlimited Diet Coke and stuffed crust pizza). Brunch, even with the promise of grease and Bloody Mary's seemed like far too much work.

Somehow, I got myself into the shower and made myself look presentable enough for public, and showed up (albeit a little late) to Hank's. Again, I had a great time. The hug Mr. Awesome greeted me with was a tad too tight and lingered too long for my taste, but otherwise, another fun couple of hours with him. The unlimited Bloody Mary's certainly helped (along with my hangover), but again, I felt no spark, and I dreaded the possibility of a goodbye kiss.

As Bloody Mary #3 was served, my guard was lowered a bit, and I began sharing the oh-so-charming, hot-mess side of me, complete with tales of accidentally giving dudes my mother's phone number instead of mine, and the time I accidentally threw an alcoholic beverage on a campus police officer. All stories that shed me in the rosiest, most attractive light.

Having already shared with Mr. Awesome that I was Georgetown-bound later in the afternoon to meet my sister, we walked towards the metro about to part ways when I spied what I thought was my bus (it wasn't). Thank god. Only time for a hurried "thanks" and a hug, and saved from the kiss or no kiss moment that always seems to last a century long (I have a feeling those stories I told about myself may have deterred a goodbye kiss. Just a guess.) I later texted him to apologize for the quick goodbye, and thank him for a delicious meal (Crabcake Benedict...YUM):

Me: Hey sorry for the rushed goodbye...thanks again for brunch! Also, turns out that wasn't my bus. Oops.

Mr. Awesome: Haha...that sucks! I had a great time, Rachel's Mom! PS. Your daughter is kind of awesome.

Of course he said "awesome."

My fingers are crossed that my display of low self worth through a variety of unflattering stories has unconvinced him that I am not dating material, but given his text, I doubt he was deterred.

Is there a manual on how to friend-zone?

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