anti-social Socialite

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

[text]: They are gonna stay together and get married and have 2 children before he wakes up and realizes that there is more to life than anal.

[text]: I finished masturbating now I'm eating french toast crunch. What is life, and what are friends.

[text]: Yeah, I'm just gonna try to repress that and remember him for his big dick and perfect jawline.

[text]: That's why my New Years resolution was no more blondes. They're all bad news.

[text]: [_______] disappeared two hours ago with a stripper named "delicious." Haven't seen him since.

[text]: I need you to ship me a penis cookie care package.

[text]: NO. FUCK YOU. I HOPE SOMEONE REPLACES YOUR LUBE WITH HOT SAUCE.

[text]: why is "bang the student affairs grad assistant" the third highest thing on your semester goals list

[text]: You tried crawling through the apartment window instead of going through the wide open door next to it

[text]: It was the highest I'd ever been. I felt like a blob. A blob eating a burrito.

[text]: fuck you I'm eating salad I can't be drunk.

[text]: You came in last night, ate an entire avocado in silence, and then told me I should never accept rides from strangers. Not sure I even want to know what happened to you last night!

[text]: Just so you know.. If you ever cheat on me, i will cut your dick and fingers off and post them as my cover photo on Facebook. Love you.

[text]: My vagina is officially offended.

[text]: With a butt like mine I'll never have to pay for Netflix again.

[text]: No more chicken and waffles served by drag queens at 2 AM. :(

[text]: For what it's worth, I didn't think that hitting you with a crowbar as hard as I did would break your arm like that. You should drink more milk.

[text]: After you passed out we took your car to the campus and stole a 150lb plaque that's now in your trunk. Happy birthday!

[text]: Let's never forget the time I met you while you were running down the street naked and in handcuffs.

[text]: If you don't fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we're alone in your room, I'm returning you to the boyfriend store

[text]: You fell asleep standing up against the shower wall

[text]: In other news: I massively over-caffeinated this morning. Everything is vibrating and I can SEE THROUGH TIME

[text]: What is more embarrassing, shitting yourself in Mexico or having sex in a forest preserve with a 19 yr old? This is crucial research.

[text]: The only way he could ever pleasure me is if he lit himself on fire and let me watch

[text]: I just saw a guy in a hazmat suit riding a tractor.

Starter for: @manshagellar​ Meme:  ❛ i like it out here. it’s peaceful. ❜

Melissa could not agree more. Central Park was often her destination but today it had been a small park further into the city. It was just like Central Park in the middle of the city and you suddenly didn’t feel like you were in the city that never sleeps. It was a lot smaller and it was better. At least in her opinion. “I couldn’t have said it any better. I have to admit that this is definitely a place where I find my escape from daily life.” Quiet places where you could hear yourself think. “What brought you to this park today?”

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Mansha’s comment had been one of those sentences that you say aloud without really directing it towards anyone in particular. Which was why it was a pleasant surprise to hear someone respond with an equal sentiment. She looked over at the other woman with a soft smile and nodded in agreement, “I’ve always loved the parks around this city. Some of them make you feel like you’re in a different world, especially around this time of year.” The question made her pause for a moment before responding, “Honestly? It wasn’t anything in particular. Just a chance happening, I suppose. I was just walking home and decided to cross through,  and it’s so peaceful that I decided to just spend a moment here. What about you?”

“Oh god,” Diana’s laughing again, bright and loud and caught up in the crisp winter wind. The woman is right, it is an expensive coat, and she’s going to need to get it dry cleaned. But if there’s one thing her exclusive Manhattan penthouse waiting for her should be evidence of, it’s that she really doesn’t need the charity. “No, please,” she’s still laughing, smiling up at the woman as she tries to sit up and dust herself off. “I can pay for my own dry cleaning, I promise. And it’s not your fault dogs really like squirrels. Please, don’t worry about it, okay?” 

Diana took the woman’s hand and rose to her feet, giving up on trying to clean up her muddied coat. “Devi,” the doctor repeats. “Oh, your first week?” She brightens up at that, she’d gotten Apollo as a puppy when her son was still into dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets and raising a child and a puppy while working full hours was one of the more taxing decisions she’d ever made. “My dark secret is that Apollo here…” she gestures to her dog, “…only got well-behaved when he got old. Believe me, I went through years of him tugging on the leash and dragging me all over the place. Now when I want to go for a walk, he wants to lay on the ground.” Diana laughs again, shaking her head. “I’m Diana,” she offers her hand with a smile, “It’s nice to meet you and Ms. Squirrel Terminator Devi.” 

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“Okay, if you’re sure.” Admittedly, given how nice the coat really was, Mansha wasn’t surprised that the other woman turned down her dry cleaning offer. But it wasn’t in her nature not to at least make the offer. And if the woman had taken her up on it, she would have done so happily. “Well, our first week in New York. I guess it’s technically our second week together though. I found little Devi when I was over in India and she was just so loveable and playful that I knew I had to bring her back home.” The woman’s dog-training ‘secret’ made her laugh, even if it wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for. “Ah, so there might be years and years of potential dry cleaning bills in my future then, huh?” She looked down at her puppy and pet her softly on the head, “I guess it’s a good thing that you’re so cute, huh?” Mansha reached out and shook Diana’s hand, “And it’s lovely to meet you and Apollo. I’m Mansha.”

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Bel laughed at the woman’s comment; she thought of defending herself, explaning how she actually enjoyed staying at home, working from there. Boring as it sometimes was, at least she got to cook herself some decent meals instead of just surviing off of street food or expensive restaurants.

She decided to just brush off her remark and smile back “No need, I’m on my third cup of coffee” Bel replied, shaking her head, “But if you happen to know if there’s a bathroom nearby, I’ve been waiting for like half an hour and… Sorry, let me just-” taking out her phone from her pocket, the brunnette let out a frustrated sigh as she read the text message she had just received “You know, I was trying to ‘broaden my horizons’ and whatnot, so I downloaded one of those dating apps… but the guy didn’t show up” Bel laughed, “So, I’ll take being chosen by a cute little dog over waiting for some guy any day” 

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Mansha checked her watch after the other woman’s comment, “Wow, three cups before 2pm? And here I thought I had an unhealthy dependency on coffee.” One miraculous thing about Central Park was that there actually were a decent amount of public restrooms. Which was practically a necessity because most, if not all, of the shops and restaurants bordering it had a pretty strict ‘customers only’ policy. Mansha looked around a bit to get her bearings before responding, but then the woman seemed to get a less than ideal text. “Ha. Yeah, those things are just scams - I’m convinced. I tried that whole scene for a while -  think I had about four of those horrid apps downloaded at one point. The people that do show up often either don’t look like their pictures or are total creeps just trying to hook up. So, admittedly, you may have dodged a bullet by not ending up meeting this person.” Devi seemed to know she was being talked about because she walked back around to the woman and rubbed up against her legs, “And I think she’s pleased with how the events unfolded too.” She had been so distracted by the dating app discussion that she had almost forgotten the woman’s previous question. “Oh! Do you still need directions to a restroom? I’m pretty sure a couple of the public ones are nearby… admittedly they are a bit hit-or-miss in the cleanliness factor.”

Mansha didn’t consider herself to be a particularly conceited person. Most of the time she didn’t care about what she looked like and only went full-glam when there were important events to go to. Tonight, however, was one of those nights. It was the annual Winter Charity Event that was being held at some museum near Central Park. A friend of hers that Mansha had met through a variety of these high profile charity events, Rylan, was also going so Mansha had suggested they go together so she knew she would at least have someone to talk to. They were nearing the venue when she heard Rylan say, “Behold! The perfect snowball.” Mansha whipped her head around to see the other woman standing just a few steps behind her, “Rylan, I swear to god if you throw that at me and mess up my hair I won’t hesitate to mess yours up too.”

Mansha had no idea when the last time she saw a fully grown man catching snowflakes on his tongue. She supposed that’s why she had asked what he was doing in the first place. It wasn’t often that something piqued her curiosity enough for her to actually start a conversation with a stranger to begin with. “Well, yeah, I mean - I can see that you’re catching snowflakes on your tongue…” she said with a small chuckle, “I guess I was more asking why you’re doing that.”

Even though Mansha didn’t celebrate Christmas, she absolutely loved the Christmas season. It was like there was an infectious energy that flowed through the city. The dead of winter isn't always necessarily the most cheerful time of year, but the holidays made people perk up a bit more. It made it easier to bear the icy winter temperatures and seemed to warm most people’s hearts as well. 

A beautiful December snowfall was nearing its end, and the entirety of Central Park was coated with some of the fluffiest snow that Mansha had seen in quite some time. So she decided to delay going home and spend a bit of time enjoying the winter wonderland all around her. She was caught up in everything around her when she heard someone nearby shout, “Behold! The perfect snowball,” and she turned to look at the declarant. “Holy crap… that is kind of perfect.” She said as she took a few steps towards him, “How on earth did you get it that round and that smooth?”