The Story of My Life

I ate some fancy cheese on fancy bread on a fancy plate yesterday, and it was totally delicious. Did I mention that I am lactose intolerant? Since it was a first date, I bit the bullet and imagined that I was eating some chicken and green stuff and red stuff; perhaps these are the things they call vegetables. After dinner we were both still hungry because I don't have enough money to buy a full dinner from a place like that, so we went to MickyD's for some fries. Much better. Somebody there was doing a ridiculous food challenge which made my stomach churn.

Our next date was much better. She cooked pasta with some sort of sea creature. After that we went to a fancy party with a chocolate fountain.

Things moved quickly, and our next date was Thanksgiving with her family. They were all impressed by my awesome blog that I made after taking GA's FEWD course.

After that was Chanukah with my family, which (little known fact) is Klingon for "she who survives 8 days and 8 nights with your family is a keeper."

I asked her to marry me, and she said yes! Unfortunately she then broke off the engagement when I revealed that I wasn't a huge fan of cheese, citing some "lack of trust" issues.