*blue balls not included.
The decision to wallow with a Cold Stone signature creation at Crocker Park was futile. While I realize it is practically impossible to keep calories at a minimum, I opted for the Sinless sugar-free version of the Apple Pie a’la Cold Stone, as to not provoke a sugar-induced evening of insomnia. Sure the sugar was removed from the ice cream, but definitely not the caramel or apple pie filling. So, I cut in half what I normally would consume. And yes, it was just as delicious. It was actually a bit cold for ice cream this night in particular. But I had a date with Trader Joe’s. Perhaps he could do a little something about warming me up?
I am still a nervous grocery store shopper. Trader Joe’s has alleviated some part of the anxiety, being a smaller setting, but I cannot figure out at what point that social uneasiness kicks in. I grab my basket and start looking around. Nobody in the wine aisle to make a good dinner pairing suggestion. No men near the meat coolers to offer their hand in BBQ. Only the store clerk loading bags to the rice shelves (wedding ring). But as I round the soy milk aisle, there was business-suited Grocery Store Hottie!
And then I freaked out, skipped the tortilla chips and head over to bananas, turn around… he’s behind me again! I become completely flustered and panicked, grab some fat-free Feta cheese and hot salsa and go straight to the check-out lines. I muster a slight smirk at the college-aged cashier to my left — he must recognize my mission. And I almost forgot the tortilla chips.
I am a complete loser.
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
