Back in my perfectly straightened hair, high heels everywhere I went, brace-face days, my two best friends, Meghan & Anne (hollllaaa!) would feed my addiction with many a trip to Subway. Commonly, they would call me disgusting as they watched in horror; sauce all over my face, meatball and pieces of cheddar cheese stuck and squished in my hot pink braces. It gets better.. I would proceed to clean my braces with like a mini-version of a toothbrush that would get in between the wire and my teeth to help get out the food. And I would do it front of my friends. In public. In a place where people go to eat (HAHA. Oh god, I'm ashamed). Anyways, the point in this wonderful story is that my friends made it very clear that I was a gross, little ferocious eater. So I very solemnly made a vow to myself and to them that I would never eat Subway in front of a boyfriend. And I never did.. until Travis.
We were only dating for a maybe a week when Travis wanted to go to Subway.. with me. I was all, "Hellsss no, you don't wanna go there. You can't go there." He insisted. I explained that I'm a nasty Subway eater (and note that I still had braces) and just no. Despite Travis' beliefs, I do not always win arguments. Subway is case and point. We went. I ate. Mustard got all over my chin, a chunk of lettuce stuck directly out of my braces - mind you, I did make an attempt to be more discreet with my new boyfriend that I was totally smitten with there than when I was around ol' Meghan and Anne (hahaha, suckers). But ultimately, Travis saw the hot mess that is I.
And I'm happy to say we are still together and I am still a Subway addict.
PS. Sorry, no picture today. Too exhausted (and now, rather hungry) to make an effort. So just pretend I posted something somewhat visually interesting. An image of a sub, perhaps?
*BAM*
Did you picture it?
PPS. I know. I'm strange. Sorry.
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