Michael and I took an evening out from life to go and have dinner. We decided to go to Rockfish, a local seafood restaurant, because I had the sudden craving for fish. When we arrived, nobody was there to find us a table. Now, I'm normally so pleasant at restaurants and not one of those scary, bossy patrons but tonight, I got angry. I wanted some damn fish. After not being seated within 5 minutes, I decided that we should leave. Obviously, this was just a reflection on the kind of service that was ahead of us. Once we left, we found out very soon that everything around us was closing within 20 minutes. Bummed out, we headed back to Rockfish. After 2 minutes of no hostess showing us to a table, I charged to the back to the TO-GO counter and asked what time they closed. They told me the time and I took this opportunity to voice how upset I was that nobody had seated us yet. They offered their apologies and I turned around to find the hostess running to greet my boyfriend in a freak effort to pretend like she had been there the whole time. What a liar. You and I both know you weren't there. I am still confused as to why she gave me a heinous look, like I had just imposed on her life.
We were then seated and the waiter turned out to be quite pleasant. All I could think about was how I wanted a Dr.Pepper. I love Dr.Pepper, you guys. I have loved it from the moment I could make an adult decision on what I was allowed to eat or drink without my mothers influence. So, maybe 18? My first adult decision ever was that Dr.Pepper was now my go-to drink & that I would drink it forever.
Back to the story. As Michael and I waited for our food to come to our table, we continued to talk about our day. I took pictures of him while he browsed his phone (exhibit a: photo below) and oodled at how handsome he looked tonight:
We spoke about our future here in Texas, how much we missed my son & random other tid-bits going on in the world. The couple next to us were speaking in sign language and I mentioned how it would be cool to learn ASL together. We then decided that we were going to learn French together and have my son learn it as well.
Our food arrived at the table and it looked just as delicious as it did in the picture. Maybe it was because I was starving but every bite I took was absolutely savory. Michael seemed to be enjoying his pasta as well & it looked so divine that I had to steal a few noodles for myself. I took a sip of my Dr. Pepper and went to grab another piece when I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. An unpleasant thought came upon me and I was quite disturbed. How could I even be thinking about this?
I told Michael that I needed to tell him something really important. That it had just hit me and I need to share it but I didn't know how to word it properly. His eyes widened and he look concerned but I could tell he was trying to keep his composure.
I struggled with trying to word my thought properly. I started nervously giggling out of embarrassment that I couldn't word something so simple.
"I just don't now how to say this. And if I do say it, it will become real and I don't want it to become real.", I said.
Michael looked nervous now. Before I knew it, I started to realize that I was taking way too long with this thought. It was starting to shake Michael up because I was incredibly serious. Hurry up Jennifer before you freak him out!, I thought. Get your words out!
He was starting to shake now. Which in turn, freaked me out. Why couldn't I get my point across? If I say it outloud, it will be true. I don't want it to be true! It can't be true!
I covered my eyes. I couldn't stand to see him freak out & I needed to gain some composure over something so simple. I couldn't concentrate while he stared at me. I was already upset that I had made this decision in my head but to see his face was killing me. I wanted to laugh because I was being ridiculous but when I pulled my hands from my face I noticed my vision was blurry. Shit. Am I crying over this for real? Oh God, did a tear just fall on my cheek? I busted out in nervous laughter again, which probably just made it worse for Mike.
What is it?!, Mike said. Obviously, this was starting to be complete torture for him.
So I turned away from him, composed a sentence in my head & turned back to see an annoyed look on his face. So I just said it.
"I don't think I like Dr.Pepper that much anymore. It's not my favorite drink."
He waited. He must think there must be more to this.
"That's it.", I said. "I was just upset that my favorite drink is starting to become less appealing to me."
He pulled his arms from under the table and he was clearly shaking.
"Boo, for real?! I thought it was something serious!!!!! LOOK! I AM SHAKING!" he replied.
Clearly, I could see this. I started laughing. The entire thing was hilarious. I couldn't believe it took me 5 minutes to get that thought out. I couldn't believe how far our emotional level had gotten that far in such a short amount of time.
He looked absolutely relieved. "I was just thinking how I was probably going to flip this table over to make a point and storm out because you looked like you were going to tell me something serious!"
I spent the rest of the night apologizing. "I'm SOOO SORRY! I'm SORRY! You poor thing!" Apologizing and laughing.
So now when I mention how ridiculous he acts to trivial things, he always says, "Well at least I don't cry over Dr.Pepper." and he smirks. He has one of the sexiest smirks I've ever seen, so I take it. I suffer just to see that smirk. I just reply, "If I cry over Dr. Pepper, just imagine how I'd react if I lost you."
So there you go guys. My name is Jenn and I cry over Dr. Pepper. Let it be known from this day forward.
