The moment was bound to happen. His office is near the Trader Joe's I shop at, and I go grocery shopping around the time he gets off work. We went on a few dates, but we were not really a match and things fizzed out between us like the bazillion Diet Cokes he would drink through the course of his day. I was pulling out of the garage of TJ and I saw him in his car exiting at the same time. I didn't really follow him because he was going in the same direction. Where he was going was not my concern, but then when I was about to make a turn to Venice Blvd., I saw that he made a pit-stop at Wendy's. I teased him often for having such a bad diet. He must've eaten there at least 2-3 times a week for dinner because he claimed to be too tired to cook when he got home. Hell, I don't really cook when I get home but I don't do fast food for dinner.
Seeing him at the Wendy's takeout window made me wonder: why was I so into him? And on the flip side, I'm not sure why he went out with me as many times as we did. I wasn't what he was looking for, and neither was he for me (though it was later that I realized this).
I do not have bad feelings for him, and I do hope that he will mend his Super Size Me ways before he actually becomes Super Sized. I already saw a little more flesh than is normally allowed for a healthy BMI.
For my own personal benefit, I made a mental note to be mindful of when someone might be watching me from the shadows. Better not be picking my nose when that happens.
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