I feel there may be some biological reason related to how
fucking happy I get when people feed me. My brains is saying, “This
person is promoting your survival, love them unabashedly.” But it might
just be me.
Today two girls were checking out at my register. I was bantering with them a little, and one suddenly says, “Hey, would you like an Olive Garden breadstick?” I stared at her, and nodded slowly, feeling like she might be trying to trick me. She pulled out a napkin bundle from her purse and handed it to me. It was five Olive Garden breadsticks, still warm. “They didn’t give me a box, and my purse is already going to smell forever- plus I like making people smile.” As soon as she’d pulled out the bundle I had a giant grin on my face. She handed me the whole thing, and I was so flustered and happy I was practically incoherent. I thanked her profusely. She asked if that was the creepiest thing to ever happen in my store and I said no, it was the best thing to ever happen in my store.
Me and Christian feasted on the breadsticks and he couldn’t get over how ecstatic I was. Every time I looked at the breadstick I was eating I would just start giggling and grinning and making little happy sounds. Looking back on it only a few hours later I can see that it’s unbalanced how happy I got simply from someone sharing food with me. Christian asked if that’s all it takes to get into my pants, and without a second of hesitation I told him yes. He stared at me, “You didn’t even think about it.” “Nope.” I told him. “That’s all it takes. Once I took an apple slice from a stranger in Pike Place Market, and he was my best friend forever after that.” He laughed and said, “I’ve given you food before.” I spread my arms, “Take me, I’m yours.”
Today two girls were checking out at my register. I was bantering with them a little, and one suddenly says, “Hey, would you like an Olive Garden breadstick?” I stared at her, and nodded slowly, feeling like she might be trying to trick me. She pulled out a napkin bundle from her purse and handed it to me. It was five Olive Garden breadsticks, still warm. “They didn’t give me a box, and my purse is already going to smell forever- plus I like making people smile.” As soon as she’d pulled out the bundle I had a giant grin on my face. She handed me the whole thing, and I was so flustered and happy I was practically incoherent. I thanked her profusely. She asked if that was the creepiest thing to ever happen in my store and I said no, it was the best thing to ever happen in my store.
Me and Christian feasted on the breadsticks and he couldn’t get over how ecstatic I was. Every time I looked at the breadstick I was eating I would just start giggling and grinning and making little happy sounds. Looking back on it only a few hours later I can see that it’s unbalanced how happy I got simply from someone sharing food with me. Christian asked if that’s all it takes to get into my pants, and without a second of hesitation I told him yes. He stared at me, “You didn’t even think about it.” “Nope.” I told him. “That’s all it takes. Once I took an apple slice from a stranger in Pike Place Market, and he was my best friend forever after that.” He laughed and said, “I’ve given you food before.” I spread my arms, “Take me, I’m yours.”
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