Location: Charleston, SC
Season: lost in translation Winter 2019
Is this word a fisad? Some strange combination of consonants and vowels with numbers randomly thrown in? I’ve ranted about the horrid things guys have inferred, divulged, or demanded, but seldom have I stopped to celebrate “the wins.”
*face palm* That’s how you know I’m in the sales world.
The 5 months I’ve been in Pensacola have had possibly 5 pleasant, smile-evoking text messages to report… none of which I can relay verbatim, but 5 is….well, something. As the complimentary kind, It’s something that makes my nose twitch or smile spread, like peanut butter “from a fresh jar of skippy.”
Here’s one message that was so deep in the tunnel of fame, that it is from a guy I never ended up meeting, back when I lived in Charleston. Needless to say, it’s beyond “hall” of fame. I have looked at this message many times and was unsure of how to respond.
I’m actually not certain I ever did.
“I love your energy and your desire to travel. I think ultimately I will let you down. I want to slow down and stay in Charleston for a bit, give myself a shot for some normalcy. This is way over the top considering we aconsire just a tinder match. Idk, feels good to say it. Even if you are a stranger. 🙂“
Dates and Cakes 