All right. So I have a confession to make.. Whilst on my date with Mr. Half-on-a-Pizza, he asked me for a drink. I'm not a horrible host so I offered him a chilled beverage. He had to have ice. Now, this happened in between the football game and the sorry attempt to beg for a kiss. I'm not really a fan of ice in my drink because I think it waters it down, so my ice tray wasn't fully stocked. So, not only was ice kinda old but there were only so many cubes in the tray. Now, as I'm struggling to get the ice cubes out of my ice cube tray, one of the cubes so happened to jump out.... and fall on the floor.
So, you know what I was thinking right... Hehe... Should I... Shouldn't I. I am looking at the ice cube, at the glass, back at the dude, back the ice cube again, dude's not looking....
Here comes that little devil on your shoulder that's like, "Do it. That cheap ass man deserves it. Do it." But then, the little angel showed up on the other shoulder and was like... "DO IT!! The floor ain't THAT dirty. Jesus will forgive you. It was karma that made that ice cube fall on the ground anyways. DO IT!!" My angels and devils come from a different breed than most.
So, I picked it up, plopped it in the drink and presented it to him with a smile. In hind sight.... I'm glad I did.
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