When I first started dating the Cupcake Dangler, I had to come out of the blog-closet to him:
CD: How long have you been blogging for?
Thoughtsy: About 3 years.
CD: Wow! So I have a lot of reading to do.
Thoughtsy: Awww…. That’s so cute that you want to read it. But you can’t. Not now. Maybe not ever.
To soften the blow, I offered to let CD pick his name. That was a mistake.
CD: I’ve always liked the name “David.”
Thoughtsy: That’s…so…boring. (Author’s Note: No offense to people named “David.”)
CD: How about Lance?
Thoughtsy: Isn’t that a Backstreet Boy? I mean, NSync. You’re not allowed to pick your blog name anymore. You can’t be trusted.
How could I be with a guy who possibly secretly liked boy bands?
Then…he bought me this cupcake. (Translation: I snuck it into his grocery cart, and he pretended not to notice.)
A cookie and a cupcake!
Two desserts. In one dessert! I thought the tables had turned in his favor.
Then he suggested we split it. Split. It.
Which is pretty much the same thing as…
- Calling me “fat.”
- Questioning my dessert-eating ability.
- Taking food right out of my mouth.
That’s when I first realized I made a horrible mistake. It was the beginning of the end for him.
