This morning, I woke up craving this:
I actually think I have an iced coffee addiction. Why is it so delicious!?! I thought I craved it because I was dehydrated when I woke up in the morning, but, a few weeks ago, I started drinking a huge bottle of water as soon as I woke up, but I still crave iced coffee. I guess there are worse vices to have, right?
To eat, I made a big bowl of oats + bulgur with blueberries, almonds, honey, and ground flaxseed meal. Mmm! It was GREAT combination of flavors!
Last night, I attended an orientation session for Back on My Feet. I’m going to join one of their teams!!!
To open the session, the Program Director asked everyone to introduce themselves and then share their worst dating story. I shared my infamous Stefan story, which I will save for another day, it’s more funny than terrible. I thought of a much better story on my drive home!
After college, I went on all sorts of bad dates. It was actually a running joke with my coworkers at the time because I always had the most ridiculous stories about the guys I went out with. You wouldn’t believe the plethora of cheesy pick-up lines I’ve endured over the years. I guess I attracted a lot of weirdos back then.
One day, when I was riding the T home from work, this really cute guy (we’ll call him Mike) started chatting with me. (I should have known right then it was too good to be true. In Boston, cute guys just don’t randomly talk to gals on the T.) We had a good conversation and he seemed nice, so I gave him my phone number before he got off the train.
A few days later, Mike called me to get together. He was at a restaurant downtown with his sister and her husband, and asked me if I wanted to meet up with them for a drink. It sounded fun to me, so I went downtown to meet him.
When I arrived, Mike was excited to see me and his sister and her husband were upbeat and friendly. Things started out really well. We were drinking and having a good time, but, apparently, Mike had a few drinks before I got there because he was absolutely hammered and sloppy by the end of the night.
When Mike’s sister and her husband decided to head home, I used it as my chance to say goodbye to him too. I guess he didn’t want me to leave because he came running outside and tried to convince me (in his very drunken state) that I should come home with him. (Umm, let me think about that”¦ NO!) I hailed a taxi, got in, and waved goodbye.
Well, it didn’t end there. After I left, Mike ended up calling me 19 times and leaving at least 10 messages on my voicemail (Swingers-style). All of his messages basically said the same thing over and over again in drunken slur: “I can’t believe you left me”¦ I thought you liked me”¦ when am I going to see you again?” It was insane.
I never called Mike back because the whole situation bugged me out. I’m not sure if I should have given him a second chance or not, but I ended up hanging out with Mal again shortly after that, so it all worked out in the end!
Question of the Day
What’s your worst dating story?