I know nothing by Kat

What? I know no romance. Seriously, I’m more the complaining invisibly in an obvious way only when in too much chronic floating pain type. Otherwise, I’m just always heavily fatigued but, insomnia makes that inner battle silent. I hate pain, I repeat I hate being uncomfortable with the full on knowledge that that’s the only thing keeping me away from leveling up in life not cause I’m comfortable because I’d love to burn comfort if life would get better in the future but since I’m ill, fatigue is annoying as fluff. Level up. Level up level up level up level up. Dang, music is brainwashing. Anyways, am I lazy? Am I committing the major sin of gluttony? Or, am I not in the right place? Right place. Dang, wish that existed but it doesn’t so ehh. I mean, I love Sherlock Holmes. I love mysteries in general. The whole figuring out stuff shabang but, I don’t want to kick the bucket with unforeseen circumstances because I dug too deep in finding the truth. But what do I know? Going on. How are phrases made? Like sally sells seashells by the seashore or really anything else? I mean, it has to make sense right? But, pancakes flipping all the puppies or any animal you like I like cats to your yard makes no sense. I mean, sure. The job of pancake flipping at a breakfast diner could “flip” all the money to get puppies to if you had one your yard but, in today’s economy? You’d be lucky to have time for a home cooked meal. Oh the big question, am I a girl or boy? Since you only know I’m Kat that likes cats lol ?. Well, let’s leave that a mystery cause everyone today is too excuse my brutal honesty, sensitive. Don’t believe me? Why get defensive? Ehh, you do you I do me. Carry on. Romance. *thinking about pancakes flipping hopefully not really cause that’s animal abuse but, pancakes gifting all cats to Kat’s yard sounds cool* I don’t know woah- I stepped on my shoelaces. Yes I’m old school. Falling. Then this man. Yes I said man cause he smells good and he’s pretty buff not like hulk but not like skinny. Damn. “Sorry.” I say. He looks me in my eyes. “Hey, can I get your number?” “Why?” I’ve been scammed before. “You’re cute. I want to marry you. “ “Woah” Speechless. Total ahhhh. “What?” He gave me his phone. “You can also convince me why I shouldn’t but I’ll chase you until the end.” Damn. I’m blushing so, I enter my number. “Hope this’ll be exciting.” “Oh it will.” And he left. How would you respond? My heart. *beating fast* Something He texted me. Immediately? “Are you free Saturday at 6?” “Are you cooking dinner??” I love me some good food. “A buffet or 10 star meal?” I thought there were only 5 stars. “Both? I wanna bring some home for my family if and that’s a big if it tastes good.” “?Challenge accepted.” Oh man, he was easy to talk to. Playful. Cute. Cocky. Idk. Days past and it’s Saturday. I chose to wear something comfortable cause if it’s good food I want the space to fill up my stomach to its full capacity. With some cute adaptions like tying my hair high on top of my head in a ponytail no makeup cause I love animals. No heels cause I care for my feet yada yada yada. knock knock knock. I open the door. Damn. Black is sexy. ? “Hi.” “Shall we?” He gave me his arm and I grabbed it. “We shall. ?* Followed him to his car. We went somewhere. I mean logically, I know humans date or they get married or whatever but what about stranger danger? Anyways, We went to his house. Murder anybody?? Well, I really don’t care so, for however it goes. He parked. Left his door and opened mine. ?That’s a first. “Thank you.” “Much obliged madam. ?” A freaking cowboy. Dam- He opened the door to the car then his house and wow. Enough to feed a small village. “Hi.” said a little one. Is he- “?he’s an orphan I’m helping out.” In what way? I unconsciously take a step back. ?”I feed him, give clothes, shelter, warmth, normal things humans need. Nothing bad if that’s what you think except I constantly lose in water gun fights ❤️? to this little expert.” “And you’re single?” Oh I blurted that out unconsciously. He chuckled with a low voice. “And if I am?” Damn hormones. Shrugged a shoulder. “Just asking cause most women would love you.” “?Most women aren’t trustworthy.” ?oh? “I’m so sorry.” I unconsciously said lightly grabbing for his arm. Darn empathy. “It’s ok. Anyways, I cooked, shall we eat?” Wow, table filled with every kind of food. “I didn’t know what you’d like so, I went a little crazy.” I smiled cause I love food. “Wow.” Unconsciously saying again. He smiled. He’s adorable but to make sure he’s not a killer I won’t listen to my innate desires to overeat and get a tummy ache. For whatever reason. Moving on. I start to move the chair to sit which he does for me and I’m smiling. He sits next to me. Close proximity. Leaning my head on my hand on the table… “Seriously, are you a 2d character brought to life?” He smirked. Then did the unthinkable. He kissed me. “Depends if you’re interested in skipping confusion for action.” Blushing again then more kids come. In total 5. “He’s stwayfoward.” Said a 5 year old. Clearly while I smile like an i***t but that was- “Shall we eat?” The kids said yes and immediately got their food and started eating so I did too. “Yummy!” “I know right?” said a little one. The food tasted way too good so I nudged this stranger I don’t even know the name of. “Jake, my names Jake and I take part in experimenting in the kitchen with knowledge love.” I- “But if I’m going too fast you can tell me to slow down or stop. Anyways,” He started eating too. Man I want you. I-I mean, you cook. I can but I’m too tired to. He’s good with kids. We just continue eating this delicious food. Knock knock. “Expecting anyone?” “Shhh” He gave the kids directions to run away to. Wha? They all hid and he walks to the front door I’m still sitting there. What’s happening? Door opens a little and they break in. ? “What’s wrong with you?” Jake said. “Just want to make sure you’re not hiding those 5 kids otherwise…” “Yeah I know but, I thought it was a felony breaking and entering.” They looked around. “Guess no one’s here.” “Yeah ok then please kindly leave?” With a nod that stranger left. Jake seemed angered. After they drove away I had to ask. “Are you ok Jake?” “That was CPS. Child “protective” service. I was under their care when I was 11 because my parents passed away. To keep things short there’s nothing protective about those services. I can’t let them take the kids I know.” I unconsciously lightly rub his back. “I agree. The government never helps you.” He looked at me with passionate eyes. “I want to save as much as I can.” Unconsciously I kissed him. Hand on his neck because he is precious. To be continued…