Post by KINSLEY SAFFRON SINCLAIR on Apr 10, 2010 0:43:03 GMT -5
KINSLEY SAFFRON SINCLAIR,
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it's too late to go[/i][/b]
hi, my name is gnat. i'm twenty years old, respect it. i live in a pretty sweet place, but that puts me in the saskatchewan central, timezone. you might know me as n/a, or not. but you can always contact me though msn - n_ostalgic@hotmail.com, aim - xoxognat, or PM. that's enough of that. sample time![/size][/blockquote][/color]
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The past was in the past, and Micah preferred it that way. No matter the circumstances. he figured that past relationships, hookups, or one night stands didn't make the person. They created the harsh edges that sometimes protected the heart, and the person from opening up. Micah had his fair share of heartache, and pain, but he has never been the one to hurt someone, at least he's hoped he'd never hurt anyone. He's never really been in a serious relationship, at least one that had lasted more then a year. He was a typical guy, a commitment-phobic, but we recent events, such as his mom's passing, and his father's remarriage, and at his age, he decided that perhaps it was time to at least attempt to find someone, or get to know someone. While the thoughts of relationships, romantic, or friendship, he realized that perhaps he was ready for one. Perhaps the trip to the mall wasn't a total loss, and he would at least make an attempt at getting to know the people in this town. While watching the girls walk by, in a rush, he laughed to himself, seeing their faces of determination, and frustration. He walked briskly down the halls, glazing into the windows of the stores, not paying that much attention as to where he was going, it wasn't until he physically had a girl in his arms that he realized he should paid some attention. "Oh god, I'm sorry..." Some may have called it fate, others just a random encounter between old friends, if you could call it that, but the girl he had right in front of him he knew from the town he had grown up in. "Bethany!" Standing in front of him was the girl he grew up with, teasing about her pigtails when he were in the fifth grade, and pulling on them, and continued the teasing as they grew up, but that's what little boys did with girls they liked, but it as just elementary school, nothing to take to seriously, it wasn't like they had their whole lives revolved around each other. As Micah looked down at Bethany, he couldn't help but call it fate, especially since he's known her for most of life, well, he's known of her, with a few acquaintances, but still, it felt like the gods above were telling him something, and hinting it hard at that.
Cooking was always a passion for Micah, he loved the aromas, and the compliments he received when he mentioned that he made something from scratch. Although it wasn't classified as a manly job, Micah didn't care, he was doing something that he loved, and was able to show people what he could make. After obtaining his culinary degree at Johnson & Wales University, then finishing his Business Management at Brown University, Micah didn't want to stay in the town where he'd spend his whole life. He felt like he needed a change of pace in life, and it was either now, or never, so he got up and moved to New Haven. Although it wasn't a big big move, he was still accomplished at the fact that he was able to not be tied down in Providence. He was starting to zone out, then glanced back at her. "Oh, I live here now. I just moved here about a month ago. I needed to get out of Providence, it's too lonely there." He decided not to mention of his new investment. It's not that he wasn't ashamed of it, he just didn't want people to know that he's the owner of the new restaurant, especially since he wasn't quite sure what to make of it, well, besides make food. He wanted to have at least some kind of trend, or tradition within his restaurant, and have people come back, savoring the homemade flavors he worked so hard to achieve. He loved to see the smiles of the people while they had the first bite of his dishes, but right now, he was perfectly content with the smile of the girl right in front of him. He looked at Bethany, and smile, totally forgetting that she attended Yale University. "So, how's school going for you, Bethy? You're in your final year, aren't ya?" He watched her closely, remembering their childhood tactics, of him teasing her, but that smile quickly went away when the thoughts of Bethany kicking his in the forbidden area, and he kneeled over in pain. Oh the joys of growing up, and learning lessons the hard way. As his eyes were still locked on Bethany, he couldn't help but notice how nicely she grew up.
He finally looked away, not wanting to be a creep, and well, staring intently at the person you were talking to definitely fell into that category. He looked around, watching all the people giving them looks for standing in the way, but he didn't care. It wasn't everyday that fate stepped in, especially when he thought to himself early that he was going to open his heart to someone, and why not have someone from your past be that person, since you've known of them since you first started school. He looked at Bethany as someone he could grow to love, and he'd figure that he'd better start looking now, then, since he was twenty-five. Love was a scary thing to Micah. He wasn't always sure about being able to express himself and open up to someone, but he was willing to at least make some sort of effort, especially since he just lost the person he loved the most. He's had his share of relationships that didn't work out, but he has never said to someone the "L" word, besides family, and with his recent success in life, he'd hope to change that, and moving to New Haven definitely had opened that window of opportunity. With his determination, and passion, he'd knew he was quite capable of reeling someone in. It was just hard to show his softer side to someone, and let someone in, and he knew that, but he had the patience, and the fight to show someone that he truly cared for, and if that was what it took, he'd do it. He was stubborn like that, and wouldn't back down without a fight, it was who he was, and who he will remain to be to the end of his days. He just had to be capable of showing the person what he was made of, and what he had to prove..
Cooking was always a passion for Micah, he loved the aromas, and the compliments he received when he mentioned that he made something from scratch. Although it wasn't classified as a manly job, Micah didn't care, he was doing something that he loved, and was able to show people what he could make. After obtaining his culinary degree at Johnson & Wales University, then finishing his Business Management at Brown University, Micah didn't want to stay in the town where he'd spend his whole life. He felt like he needed a change of pace in life, and it was either now, or never, so he got up and moved to New Haven. Although it wasn't a big big move, he was still accomplished at the fact that he was able to not be tied down in Providence. He was starting to zone out, then glanced back at her. "Oh, I live here now. I just moved here about a month ago. I needed to get out of Providence, it's too lonely there." He decided not to mention of his new investment. It's not that he wasn't ashamed of it, he just didn't want people to know that he's the owner of the new restaurant, especially since he wasn't quite sure what to make of it, well, besides make food. He wanted to have at least some kind of trend, or tradition within his restaurant, and have people come back, savoring the homemade flavors he worked so hard to achieve. He loved to see the smiles of the people while they had the first bite of his dishes, but right now, he was perfectly content with the smile of the girl right in front of him. He looked at Bethany, and smile, totally forgetting that she attended Yale University. "So, how's school going for you, Bethy? You're in your final year, aren't ya?" He watched her closely, remembering their childhood tactics, of him teasing her, but that smile quickly went away when the thoughts of Bethany kicking his in the forbidden area, and he kneeled over in pain. Oh the joys of growing up, and learning lessons the hard way. As his eyes were still locked on Bethany, he couldn't help but notice how nicely she grew up.
He finally looked away, not wanting to be a creep, and well, staring intently at the person you were talking to definitely fell into that category. He looked around, watching all the people giving them looks for standing in the way, but he didn't care. It wasn't everyday that fate stepped in, especially when he thought to himself early that he was going to open his heart to someone, and why not have someone from your past be that person, since you've known of them since you first started school. He looked at Bethany as someone he could grow to love, and he'd figure that he'd better start looking now, then, since he was twenty-five. Love was a scary thing to Micah. He wasn't always sure about being able to express himself and open up to someone, but he was willing to at least make some sort of effort, especially since he just lost the person he loved the most. He's had his share of relationships that didn't work out, but he has never said to someone the "L" word, besides family, and with his recent success in life, he'd hope to change that, and moving to New Haven definitely had opened that window of opportunity. With his determination, and passion, he'd knew he was quite capable of reeling someone in. It was just hard to show his softer side to someone, and let someone in, and he knew that, but he had the patience, and the fight to show someone that he truly cared for, and if that was what it took, he'd do it. He was stubborn like that, and wouldn't back down without a fight, it was who he was, and who he will remain to be to the end of his days. He just had to be capable of showing the person what he was made of, and what he had to prove..
