I'm never eating a cupcake again.

Well, its over. Cupcake Kid and I are through. And do you want to know the worst part? I can't even look at cupcakes the same way again. Me? Goodie Two-Shoes with the sugar addiction? No more cupcakes!? Aaarrrgggggggh.

So I'm out with the girls right? And we're at a dope little spot called 11th Street Bar. We're sitting at a table across from the bar and everything is fine and fun and dandy. We're laughing and drinking wine and reminiscing and gossiping about boys. Then, out of nowhere, Cupcake Kid walks in. With. A. Girl. And this was not an innocent hey-I'm-just-hanging-out-with-a-really-good-friend-of-mine-who-also-happens-to-be-a-girl entrance. This was, hand on the small of the back, opening the door for her, entrance. Not. Cool.

I immediately inform my girls of the situation I have just found myself in and I'm pissed. Like, really pissed. I mean, hello? I started dating this kid because he practically begged me to, bribing me with delicious cupcakes and intoxicating dinners and here he is with this bimbo?

So I play it cool. Obvi.

He doesn't notice me at first. But as he's casually glancing around the bar, he sees me. And I'm pretty sure he peed a little. So he walks over. Can you believe it? He walks over to the table where I'm sitting with all of my girls. He's a brave little jerk. And he says, "Hey! How are you!? I was just about shoot you a text." HA. Nice try. I just stare at him. I don't even speak. Just a cold stare with a slight, knowing smile. My girls follow my lead. Imagine a table full of 5 incredibly intelligent and attractive women (what? It's not bragging if it's the truth), all glaring at you because you've just been caught. Yeah. It. Was. Awesome. With his tail between his legs, he returns to the bar to be questioned by the bimbo.

And of course, just as we're asking for the check, the waitress says, "Oh, that gentleman at the bar already picked up your tab." I assumed it was Cupcake Kid attempting to redeem himself, but she instead pointed to another boy... A handsome boy. The type of boy your voice quivers over. The type of boy who can make you forget about other boys... Hehe :-)

xoxo - G2S