Let me start this by telling you guys a story... (the names of establishments and humans will remain secret for fear of being totally embarrassed).
There was once this establishment that I went to one day and ordered a little bit of yummy food including a presumably delicious peanut butter cookie. Now usually, I wouldn't even give any other peanut butter cookies - other than my own delicious homemade ones - a chance because they're usually too fake tasting, but I figured "hey, I can't judge this cookie. It may be the most delicious thing I eat." So I was brave. I ordered the cookie.
The food I ordered was fantastic. So good. And I mean GOOD. You guys should go to this place (if you knew the name.. but i'm not telling you. Suckas). I could only imagine what this peanut butter cookie was going to taste like. There was a good chance that it would be simply fabulous, if I were to base it off of my entree, and I was.
The long awaited moment was here. Finally. I picked up the cookie, looked at it a little, and ate some of it. It was one of the most disgusting cookies I had ever eaten. So gross. And don't you worry friends, I let the pretty good-looking manager know it. Well ok... all I said was "Ew. This cookie is gross," to my family and my mama went up to the good-looking manager and said "Sir. This cookie sucks." He proceeded to give us a free cookie of a different flavor. He then came to our table and initiated a convo.
All I wanted him to say was "Hey, let's go on a date." I would have said yes. I would have gone on a date with a complete stranger because he was so handsome. And he had that nice scruff. Mmmhmm.. good. Annnnywayyy... he came to the table and asked us "what peanut butter cookie have you eaten that's better than this?" Oh see, now that was just a step too far. Obviously. I'm a girl. I'm judging your cookies. You can logically conclude that I make cookies that are far better than these nasty round-shaped somethings that you like to call cookies. I told him this and expected this to be the end of the conversation. I expected him to go back to his managerial duties. Nope. Didn't happen. He stayed. Flirted. Stayed handsome. Told me to bring some cookies.
About died, you guys. I about died. But I made the cookies, took them to his work and did something that I would never even do. I gave the dang boy my number. Yeah so forward. I have never done anything this forward in my whole entire life. So now... I wait. If I get rejected. Boo. But, at least I will sleep well knowing that my cookies are better.