| Friday, August 14, 2009 |
| What the Fudge??? |
 Yesterday, I went by Whitmore's! Mmmm! It's far from a fine dining establishment. You go up to the counter and wait for someone in the back to notice you are there, you place your order and you wait. While you wait, you can get a drink from the vending machine. Sure, the machine says Pepsi but the truth of the matter is that they fill it up with whatever they can get on sale.
I put in my 70 cents and tried for a Mountain Dew - sold out. Next, I tried for a Orange Slice - sold out. To no avail, I tried for a Grape Slice - sold out too. In my desperation, I hit the curious No Name option and out popped a Tahitian Treat by Cotton Club. It's a local soda from a local bottler.
Anyway, after I get my pop, I move over to the bench where, at the end they have a bunch of free local magazines and fliers advertising different events. My friend Tikki is chattering away about why this latest guy is not and could never be "The One" and I'm listening, I really am, and I care, I really do; but all thatstops when I see the cover of one of the free magazines and my post-college boyfriend is on the cover.
Had I finished eating when I saw it, I'm sure I would have thrown up a little Whitmore's in my mouth. I mean, I'm glad he made good. Cuz, Lord knows, I never thought he would. Because he was in college FOREVER, we'll call him Ol Skool.
Ol Skool back in the day, ...
- He was the kind of guy who would say, "Let's go to the movies" and then walk up to the ticket window, ask for 2 tickets, then step back and expect me to pay. He did the same thing in the concession line.
- He expected me to come to him - all of the time - whether that was making the 45 minute drive to his off-campus housing or across town to his mama's house on school breaks.
- He wouldn't ever come around my place and avoided meeting my dad at all cost because he knew that my daddy has immpeccable radar for lazy, freeloading men who fancy themselves 'players'.
- He also told me while I was spending all my time after I graduated looking for work in my oversaturated field (which I eventually got) that maybe I couldn't find work because I wasn't good enough.
- We crossed paths a few years after we broke up and he tried to woo me back with free Internet 'bouquets' of roses and my personal favorite free e-cards from the Coach store of bags he was too cheap to ever buy (I mean if you can't buy a flower, if not a bouquet and you can't come off money for two movie tickets, you aren't going to drop a couple of bills on a Coach bag). Oh yes, and I loved the graphic XXX porn pics that he would sent to my work email!
- Oh, and did I mention that he slept with the girl who used to be my best friend?
Why did I spend over a year with this character? I'll sum it up in two words (well three because one is hyphenated) low self-esteem. Anyway, we've both moved onward, and obviously upward, but that doesn't mean I want to see his face staring back at me while I'm waiting for my Whitmore's and enjoying a cold Tahitian Treat.Labels: Food, Men |
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