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It really is Get Neo to the Greek Lady

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On my hotel arrival, I had a little time to exercise. I wanted an elliptical machine and went to the fitness room. There was one lone woman on an elliptical going fast. I jumped on the machine next to her and started. Her intensity was a good 30% more. After 5 min, I noticed a fridge of water. As I paused, she blurts out “Don’t leave because of me. I was lallygagging before you walked in. I would prefer to race you.”

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Well, I grabbed the water, resumed, and said “It’s on!”. After 45 min, I was dead. After stopping, I said “You win.” She was relieved to be done. We chatted a bit. Her name was of Greek heritage. She was hoping to see me the next day in there.

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Well, after a dinner with my colleagues, there she was at the elevator. I went up to her and she pulled out her earbud. I said I was going to the bar for a drink. As I was about to invite her, the door opened. She disappeared with a smile and a bye.

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Do you know how long it has been since a pretty, younger (maybe 10-15 yrs my junior) woman was excited to be in my presence? Yeah, I don’t know either.

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Due to my schedule, I was only able to exercise 2 days later. She was not there.

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I guess you could say during my trip I got all hot and sweaty with a pretty Greek woman.

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Take ricotta, mozzarella and parmesan cheese, a couple eggs, and a seasoning blend (basil, oregano, black pepper, garlic, parsley, thyme, sage, marjoram, and optional red pepper flakes, if you want spice), and mix them together in a bowl with a spatula. Then put in the fridge.

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Then, take pasta shells, and boil them, but not to the point they’re done, undercook them by about 2-3 minutes. Drain them, and let them cool in a strainer or colander.

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Once they cool, grab a casserole dish, and put a little marinara sauce at the bottom of it. Then, grab your cheese mixture out of the fridge, and with a spoon, fill each of the noodles one by one with a good dollop. Once all the noodles are filled, place them in the dish on top of the marinara sauce.

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Cover the noodles with more sauce, so they don’t dry out and burn in the oven. Should be enough to where you really can’t see them anymore. Then add mozzarella and/or parmesan cheese on top, and put it in the oven for around 40 minutes. And there you have it… Stuffed noodles! 🤤😋

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(Not my picture)

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Cross-legged and sipping on Damon’s bourbon, Katherine found entertainment in their conversation. Ever since Damon started convincing himself that he was in love with Elena, Katherine missed him more. It wasn’t much to do with her jealousy of Elena basically taking her place with a Salvatore on each arm, although that was definitely there, Katherine missed him because he became different, less himself in a way and now seeing him like this, not only with herself but also with Elena, it felt like she was getting a taste of her old Damon back, the same crazy impulsive vampire that spent a century and half obsessed with her.
Katherine couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her doppelganger’s accusations. She was right in one thing though, they did need to find Stefan. Revealing a bit of the truth to Damon didn’t change Katerina’s feelings for the younger Salvatore which she found surprising, considering she hadn’t thought of him once while in Damon’s arms upstairs. She found herself smiling silently as she recalled the moment. Damn Elena and her righteousness.

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She could hear elena’s steps down the stairs, she must have relented eventually, Katherine thought. Or many just thought better than to mess with an emotionally unstable Damon, a mistake that Katherine did almost too often that night. “you need to let him be, Elena.” Katherine suggested in between sips, not even bothering to look at Elena, still, she could feel the girl’s gaze burning into her. “You can’t change him and if you loved him you wouldn’t really want to.” Katherine explained, casting a look at a teary-eyed Elena. “He was better, he could be better, it’s just you that ruins him.” The younger Petrova spat between gritted teeth. “I just remind him of who he is and between you and me, Damon doesn’t like playing pretend.” Her scrunched up noes added the natural provocation that came with almost everything Katherine says.
Elena wasn’t going to argue any further. There was no point, plus the longer she argued with her, Elena became almost convinced of her words. She left, letting the door slam behind her.
Katherine thought about heading back upstairs, if she had any luck, Damon wouldn’t have gotten to get dressed yet, but she thought against it. “I’m getting bored, Damon. if you don’t come indulge me, I might raid your fridge.” She called out playfully as she got up.
“Or maybe just leave without you.” She teased some more, anticipating a reaction as she allowed the little chair she'd just taken a seat on to spin her around. It hadn’t been 30 minutes and she had somewhat missed him and she couldn’t help but hate herself a little for it. so instead katherine convinced herself she was simply bored. knowing that this upcoming roadtrip is only gonna make it harder to deny her emotions for much longer but as for now, she wasn't ready nor willing to face any of it just yet.

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