I let go of Cinnamon-Rum….
I’m not sure how it happened, really. I turned 24 on Saturday and suddenly, exorcising my only Cupcake simply seemed like the must-du-jour. I thought it would be painful and that I’d seriously miss that sugar rush I always get when with him (and believe me, I definitely do); however, if I didn’t do it quick like a band-aid during a BIG event I would continue on going back to Him. Like a food addict, almost literally taking him out of the garbage can and in all senses of the word eating him whole.
There simply is something about Cinnamon-Rum that has always made me take on a whole new persona. When with him I turn into an edgy, heartless, purely erotic Bakeress who only thinks about making cupcakes and don’t really care who in the process gets hurt.
To him I’m just a sex object and that is quite evidently my doing. Any time he’d even suggest making it something more, I’d heat up the broiler and scorch off his words. No… we were “strictly business” and “strictly business” is what I remained as until I realized that from baking I expect a bit more.
Merely being an open pair of legs was sizzling and sexy during the summer of 23; however, along with the cold winds of autumn comes a bolder and older 24… it’s time to move on to someone who actually wants to keep me warm during the winter and thaw out with me when spring time rolls around later on.
Here's to all the possibilities of 24!