January 18, 2014
There is something quite
satisfying having a loaded refrigerator, kitchen cupboard with canned goods,
boxes of food spilling out as I crack open the door, grocery bags stacked under
the sink, and a joy I notice in my belly. Didn’t realize I was feeling deprived
until I pile food into my basket at the grocery store. Nibbled on spinach dip
with French bread as I meander the perimeter, a gift from the sample guy, and end
up with a container in my cart. Spent quite some time strolling down the
aisles, avoiding the interior of the store, especially the snack row. Stick to
my list, for the most part, and just enjoy the experience. Very different
sensation than perusing clothes shops or hardware stores.
Splurge on a bottle of
wine since my girlfriend plans on coming over tonight. Selected two from oodles
of wonderful labels (this is how women purchase wine) and remembered from my
demo nights, which brand sells the best. Hopefully, my cheeks won’t turn bright
red from the sulfates, a surefire giveaway that I have been drinking. Happens
with hoppy beer as well. We will start at my house and move onto the “Voted
Best Happy Hour” spot.
By 8:00pm, I know she
isn’t coming, though no text or phone call from my friend. Chose to make a
batch of popcorn and watch a movie with the dogs and cat. Survived another date
night sans a guy.
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