This weekend, I went to coffee with a friend. It's a work friend, and she's never wanted to meet up before. I woke up and got ready for tennis, but my blood sugar was wacky and I didn't get to go. I left my hair in the pigtails and put on some rolled jean shorts and a stretched out thrift store Dodgers shirt that entertains me. My friend was supposed to meet me around 1, but she texted early. I replied and she didn't, so I pestered her more. She was making a break for it, but I caught her on the edge of town. She was hot and tired after a volunteer clean up project in town, and she doesn't like to talk to anyone on weekends, so it was commendable that she let me chuck aside her excuses, especially after that. We finally got to meet up, and sat talking for three hours. We were there so long that when Lena's husband texted, asking me to meet them for dinner, I should have had plenty of time to go home and get ready. We were still chatting away and I left with just enough time to run home and change.
At dinner, I told Lena there was no way I could have gone straight to dinner- she would have sent me home. She laughed, but then I told her I had been wearing cutoffs and she stopped smiling. Then I told her about the red Chucks with the green socks and she shuddered. Top that off with the too big Dodgers shirt with a sports bra underneath and she agreed- I would have been sent home.
On Sunday, I practiced kickball and then ate the most delicious steak tacos at Jimboy's with Jeffrey. Then we took a couple turns around Virginia Lake until my blood sugar tanked, and then we ate ice cream at Red Hut. Yep, I sure did. It was small and I managed it right- bringing myself right back to where I needed to be. After that, we went to our favorite place to hang out: Winco. Late that night, I took a bite of cantaloupe and my tongue started tingling. That's never happened to me ever, and Google said it's an allergy. WHAT THE HELL. We are not done with this conversation, cantaloupe.
I reworked my dating profile- changed some pictures and finally answered entire sections I had left out. I have been meaning to do that for a while- about a year, I think. I have no idea if my proven dating profile editing skills will help my own search, but it is approaching the online dating app witching hour, so we shall see. And tomorrow night I'm going to host Sarah and hopefully Ant for dinner and ~GASP~ try a new recipe. Mmmmm let's hope.
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