You made it to the end!!! <3 

You know the drill...   

Italics are Mitch & written by moi 

Bold is Sarah (Sreed09) who is trop parfait & also Scott 

(and yes this really is the end...for now. But who knows there may be more of the Typo adventures in our future... maybe?) 

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10/3/15

Today was an interesting day. 

I got up nice and early to get extra pretty for a special boy, and may I just say mama was on this morning. So I'm at Starbucks waiting for said special boy to show when who should waltz in looking like a tall drink of Greek God .... Mr. Perfect.

Small world, right? 

I guess excitement blurred my nerves because I actually invited him over to my table to talk. (You can close your mouth now. I'm sure the shock is overwhelming.)  So we've established the delicious Adonis quality of Mr. Perfect... AKA Scott... AKA please gimme... but it turns out he's a total sweetheart underneath all of that deliciousness. He was generous enough to offer a round of coffee on him and to my surprise he got my coffee order correct. Guess he was paying attention to my Starbucks cups when he came in to the bookstore. Adorbs, right?

Meanwhile special boy was running a bit late as previously warned, but Scott in all of his gentlemanly glory offered to keep me company while I waited. Free coffee and the yummiest kind of eye candy... my day was going really well. The time passed quickly and I began to worry about special boy, but turns out I was just an idiot and Mr. Perfect really is perfect. 

The men I'd pined over for weeks, both in physical and virtual form, turned out to be the same man. 

Funny how fate works, right? The irony. 

And in a weird plot twist, Mr. Perfect is kinda into me too. There's a good chance I made a complete fool of myself, but he didn't seem to mind. 

So we spent the day together being cheesy and cutesy and all the things I usually roll my eyes at, but his too blue to be real eyes and that smile are kinda my weakness. I honestly wasn't ready to say goodbye when it came time to leave. My hand just felt so good in his. I mean... you know what they say about guys with big hands... 

Too thirsty?

Anyway, I think I finally found a flaw in Mr. Perfect. It turns out he can't interpret an open invitation when it's clearly presented. He left me to an evening of solitude even though I all but screamed out I wanted him to stick around.

So... here I am all by my lonesome again. Roomie is still away until tomorrow night... I have loads of take out menus prepped and ready, coloring books and ice cream... and I even got a fancy new smart TV to watch netflix on. Perfect cuddling conditions and no one to share them with.

Y'know, Sam.. his loss could be your gain. I mean Mr. Perfect is great and all, but maybe you can take a 'hint' a little better than he can. 

What do you say? I promise I won't make you watch scary movies... maybe. ;) 

<3 Sunshine

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Well Sunshine, it sounds like you did have quite the interesting day. It also sounds like you won the lottery, so kudos to you. And maybe you should keep Mr. Perfect around, he seems like a keeper.

And if I was him, I'd probably feel really bad that I missed that obvious invitation and left you and would probably be thinking of ways to make it up to you. So you should maybe help him out and leave a few suggestions.

In the mean time, I am very free for a night with such an HPA, but if you make me watch a scary movie, you CANNOT laugh at my 6'3 self screaming like a girl and hiding my face in you.

Well when you put it like that I think you're pretty much asking for it. Don't worry, I'll protect you, babe. I can be big and scary when I wanna be ;)

You know, you don't have to torture me into getting cuddles. Maybe I'll just bring extra pillows to cuddle with instead, or to put in between us.

Now why would you wanna do that? My bed isn't very big and 6'3" + pillows wouldn't leave you very much space. I promise I won't bite... unless you ask very nicely ;) If I pinky swear no scary movies and promise to be a good.. ish .. boy ... no extra pillows? I'll pout if I have to and it's not pretty.

If you promise... then I won't bring pillows and you don't have to be a good boy.

Still have that lollipop saved?

Of course. Still waiting... still has your name on it but you have to come and get it. (If you so much as hint at Selena Gomez I'm rescinding your invitation.)

You mean you don't want to hear me sing Selena? fine. I'm walking across campus in my pj's and wrapped in blankets. It's almost as bad as the walk of shame. Guess you'll just have to make it up to me later huh?

Make it up to you? Well, I may have one or two surprises in store. I mean you've given me some invaluable advice... I think it's time to give back don't you think? 

My advice to you is this...

Walk faster ;0)

Thanks.. That was really helpful. I hope the surprises are better than your advice ;)

So how fast would you walk if I told you I was naked right now?.

Y'know... hypothetically speaking

Well, hypothetically speaking, my giant noodle legs would be on fire from running.

Don't hurt yourself. I need you in one piece... for... reasons.

Hurrrrrryyyy.... 

Did I mention i'm impatient?

Oh, hey... there are more lollipops left. This one looks yum.

Stillllll waitinggggg. You can't see it but i'm currently pouting pretty hard core.

It's been literally 20 years where are you.!?

Years... seconds ... same thing. :-P

Mama is hungry... and thirsty and the last 30 seconds of my life have been the longest ever.

Okay but listen. This campus is like the labyrinth. I swear I've passed this street already. A giant circle. That's what I'm in. I'm never getting out. Tell my mom I love her. You can have my cat, take care good care of him.

And don't act like daddy isn't hungry/thirsty. You're the HPA here.

You don't have to flatter me to get what you want, you just have to get here.

Baaaaaaabbbbeee..

You're lucky you're so hot.

... I mean worth all this waiting.

and hot.

Scorching hot.

OMG FINALLY. It took you forever. Chill with the knocking i'm coming.

Why don't you open the door and say that to my face?