the bf and i like to try new places.
we get dressed up. we sit down and have a lovely dinner. we talk. we laugh. we hold hands.
and other times, we go to the drive-through at wendy's.
one time we were driving separately and decided to go through. don't ask.
he went first. ordered. paid.
then i went. ordered. paid.
when we got back to his house we found that we had both ordered the chicken tenders. click.
he also decided to surprise me.
sidebar: i am violently, violently lactose intolerant. how do i put this without coming off as hyperbolical? um, i will die if i so much as taste one infinitesimal drop of cream, ice cream, cream cheese, or milk.
so what did the bf surprise me with?
a chocolate frosty, of course.
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