Ok so I live in a small beach town community and every first Thursday we have an art/food truck crawl. Besides that all the businesses are open late and the bars get crackin. For the past 4 first Thursdays I've come across this one particular individual I call "Egyptian Lover". Not because I've slept with him, but simply because he's from Egypt and he's a nice guy.
My first encounter with this fellow was in October when the newest pizza spot opened up. He asked if I wanted a slice and of course I said YES! How's the pizza goddess gonna turn down a slice? Anyway, jump November. He's at the local watering hole again the next first Thursday, the night I'm celebrating my birthday. I'm not sure how, but he swoops me away in his fancy car and drops me off at home. Jummmmmp to the next first Thursday... I end up in his car again, mind you I'm tipsy off some Jerry, and again I'm home.
Now I'm not sure what the deal with this guy is as he's never tried a thing with me and all we do is converse about our cultural differences and difficulties, but somehow I always end up being taken home by him. Maybe he sees the wolves all around me, or maybe he just wants to make sure I get home safely by his hands, but one things for sure...
I can't wait to see what happens tonight if he shows up since I'm rather sober this first Thursday as my "resolution" is to quit while I'm ahead in regards to alcohol, food AND men.
I will update you tomorrow ❤
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