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But why

 Last night/this morning? I had dreams about Mr. Tattoo.

I hate that.

I made him into the perfect man, glorified him in my mind, and then was crushed when it didn't work out.

He's just a man.

I saw what i wanted to see and ignored the red flags he freely waved.  He had a lot of trauma in his life, he is extremely avoidant, emotionally vacant, and unfortunately, very savy and smart.  He knows how to treat a woman but that doesn't mean he can have feelings for her.

His history with them should have told me.  He failed to mention a second marriage completely.  

I loved how he kept his home.....it was neat, clean, decorated tastefully - I even asked if his ex decorated it.  The man has good taste.  I loved his bathroom LOL

He always had snacks and candles lit.  He asked me what i drank and when i casually mentioned several things he stocked his bar with all of them.

I mean, whats not to like?

He just knows how to treat a woman.  Very. Well. Everywhere.  wink wink.  That alone goes for miles with me.  But it no longer keeps me interested if everything else doesn't also line up.

So why after all this time of me not thinking of him, does he appear in my dreams to taunt me?

Not my favorite thing to wake up wondering.

Maybe i'm supposed to remember the lesson?  I sure as hell hope i am not anyones "lesson" in life.  

Go away Mr. Tattoo.  You already sucked up too much of my time and energy with your blue eyes, tattoed body and gravel voice.  Go away.



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