If I could have “only” one date….
There is this thing about me…. I have a problem. It’s kind of embarrassing to share on a blog but I’m going to share anyway and who knows, we might be able to form a support group.
You see, I have a problem with dates. I can’t have only one. When I’m finished with one, I want another and another one. It’s border-line addiction. It didn’t use to be like this. I used to do things in moderation. I knew the side effects of over-indulgence and always veered myself away. I guess a few potholes and one left turn later, I found myself in the “date” territory. Dates are sweet. You spend an evening with them and you feel satiated. They tickle the soft and gooey side of you specially if you find the soft and juicy ones. Hand-picked ones are always the best. It’s my guilty pleasure. After work, I let go of my self (blow steam) with one — er — a few dates. When I get started, I keep going.
Like a true criminal, I hide my tracks. I don’t let anyone know where I ‘source’ my dates from. I usually indulge in them when no one is around (with this, I’m not the sharing type).
All is good until I get caught. Sticky fingers, seeds lying around, empty container and no appetite for anything else.
I don’t know much about the twelve-step program but I think (presume) one of the steps is to come forth and announce and take ownership of one’s problem. So here we go, I’m sharing in the link below, sampling of pictures of the best dates I’ve had: great dates.