"The Whitehouse Diner" Photo by Aaron Segreaves
I always dream in color but this time there was the smell of
bacon in the air. They say you dream
about what matters to you most. I shared
this with my therapist, and he said this explains a lot! We mostly discussed my forlorn love life, my
ex, and why apple pie is not my friend. You see, one of the last times I saw my
ex was at the diner downtown. He said he
was hungry for more than dating with no strings attached. I was certain he was full of it! I ordered
coffee no cream no sugar, he laughed and said “that figures!”
Sure enough, 20 stale dates and 2 months later, I caught him
with the waitress from the Tangerine Tango.
I know a bad egg when I see one and some rump roasts are always going to
be tough!
Excuse me while I go make a BLT on rye.
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