This story has come up in the past couple of days so I thought I’d share with you some fun memories of how I made my husband fall in love with me.
Sarcasm is totally intended.
Just know that this story takes place about two years AFTER Brian and I first starting dating. He should know better. I’m just forewarning with that statement.
Brian and Eric (as in Lauren and Eric) were being nice and went to get Lauren and I ice cream from Marble Slab. I’m sure you all know what Marble Slab is but if you don’t you basically get to choose your mix-in item to whatever ice cream flavor you wanted. All I wanted was cheesecake ice cream with chocolate chips mixed in a cone.
Thirty or so minutes later they come back with the ice cream.
I took one bite. Definitely not cheesecake with chocolate chips. It was DEFINITELY plain vanilla with chocolate chips. I absolutely HATE vanilla with chocolate chips. I don’t know why, but I do. Brian knows that and knew that! I refused to eat it. He had a phone and could have called and asked what I wanted since they were out of cheesecake. He thought I wouldn’t notice. I’m pretty sure I’ve come to a point in my life where I can distinguish the difference between vanilla and cheesecake.
It sat there. And melted.
Everyone I’ve told that to thinks I’m the bad guy. What do you think?
I know what I think, I think I was a brat.