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AWOL.COM/Alice Edwards’ Travel Blog: Living My Dream and Feeling Very #Blessed
30 April – 9.25 p.m.
Good evening, dream chasers,
I have come toLAto meet humans from all walks of life, to connect with other souls from around this big wide world. And to that end I am currently on a date. This will be a very quick blog post as he is in the loo and will soon return.I was feeling very excited about the date because I sensed he could be my soulmate, and now we are here, I can report that he is very handsome and lovely. But sadly, I can now also sense that he is not The One, and we must all trust in our instincts, must we not?
Now I am left with the sad problem of what to say in order to soothe his hurt, to apply balm to his wounds. How do I leave withoutupsetting this person? These are questions I must contemplate.
Also, the food is really nice.
Wishing you all love,
Alice x
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COMMENTS:
Isabelle Moore
|Oh Al!You need to find a good man like @EthanWinkleman
Ethan Winkleman
Replying to Isabelle Moore
|Aww babe! You are so cute. You’re going to get so much good man later on tonight ...
Danny Boy UrMum
|B GR8FUL ANY1 WANTS TO FUCK U FAT BITCH
AWOL MODERATOR
Replying to Danny Boy UrMum
|Hey Danny pal! We know you’re just trying to have some lolz inlife, but please be respectful to our users :) I’m here for some chilled out bantz if you fancy. Luke
Danny Boy UrMum
Replying toAWOL MODERATOR
|luke u r an absolute mug
I am feeling like some kind of superhero for still being here. I think Robert the dirtbag might be the worst person to ever exist. He’s just so awful. Like, the worst. But that’sunder-selling it.I’m pretty sure he is what would result if someone got Hitler and Donald Trump to have a baby together – but he has worse hair than both.
He’s gone to the bathroom and I am contemplating making a run for it. But I don’t think I have time. He wees weirdly fast, and he’s definitely not washing his hands in there.
It’s been two hours of tedious hell so far. I arrived five minutes early tothe date and he was already there, a large whiskey in his hand, taking up an entire booth with his ego. It looked like some kind of chauvinism tableaux – like Leonardo da Vinci had paintedThe Last Supperbut there was no room for disciples because Jesus was manspreading in every direction.
When he spotted me, he – and I can’t believe I’m saying this –clicked his fingers in theair to getmy attention. As every decent,non-Hitler-Trump offspring knows, there is no situation where it’s acceptable to click your fingers at another human being. That is, unless you are literally demonstrating the rudest way to get another person’s attention. I slowly made my way over to him, stopping short of the booth to work out how exactly to slide in with his stupid giant legs in the way. He openlylooked me up and down.
‘You’re fatter than you look in your photos,’ he said in this ugly, slow drawl.
