Germs, some fear them while others thrive on their existence. You can study them but rarely can you touch them. Some live in complete fear of them, developing a massive phobia. Others don't mind getting their hands dirty. Same thing applies to the question of, "Would you ever eat after someone"? My honest answer is no, to an extant. But what if there was a reason not to that reaches far deeper than the stretches of our imagination?
Arriving at my girlfriend's house, I pulled onto the curb and honked. A few seconds later, I saw her head peaking through her bedroom curtains, on the top floor of the house. She flashed me a smile and pulled her head back. I knew she was incredibly excited for the date I had planned with her.
I planned for us to go to the park and have a picnic. Afterward, she and I would go catch a movie. After the movie I knew a good spot down by the beach where we could walk around and get to know each other a little better. Later ending it with laying in the grass and looking up at the stars. I can't guarantee there won't be a few stolen kisses along the way.
I was startled as I heard a knocking on my passenger side window. I looked over and saw the golden brown eyes of my girlfriend staring back at me. I quickly reached for the button to unlock the door and she stepped inside, buckled herself in, and away we went to the park.
After arriving at the park, I helped her out of the car. She laughed at me, saying she doesn't need me to do that. I rolled my eyes, laughing and saying, "Too bad." I grabbed the basket from the back of the car and off we went, over to a nice open clearing in the grass.
She helped me unpack everything from the basket, the blanket for us to sit on and all.
She and I ate from our sandwiches and talked for a little while. She told me about how her parents used to take her out to the park all the time. She broke her arm once from her older brother pushing her off the steps over by the jungle gym, when they were all little. I told her about the time I fell and scraped up my knee bad enough on the asphalt that I have a scar from it. She laughed and as did I. We were having a time better than I could have ever asked for.
Not too long after I finished my food, I looked over to her and she still had half a sandwich left. She said she was stuffed from the big breakfast she had earlier. I offered to take it off her hands. After all, why let good food go to waste.
I took a few bites from her sandwich. It tasted a little funny, no wonder she didn't want to finish it. I took a few more bites before I started feeling a little sick. I threw the rest of the sandwich into the zip lock bag we'd got it from, and threw it in the basket. I never had an issue eating after people, but that tasted nothing like the sandwich I had.
"You know you don't have to tell me when food tastes bad," I said. We laughed about it a little.
"It tasted fine to me," she said.
"Well, when I tried eating from it, it tasted rancid," I told her, my smile fading slightly.
She only replied with a shrug and we carried on talking as we sat and enjoyed the view of the park a bit. As the sun started to dip down, I'd realized we'd spent far longer there than I would have liked. I didn't mind though, as long as I got to spend that time with her.
After the date was over, I drove her home. We sat for a few moments of awkward silence. Eventually, one of us spoke, telling the other that we had a nice time. We both agreed, it was probably the best date I'd ever been on. Granted, this was my first.
We looked each other in the eyes for a few moments before our faces met each others in the middle, our lips touching.
I almost instantly pulled back in disgust. Why the hell did her lips taste so bad on mine? It was like the kiss of death. I didn't want to make her feel bad, but I had unfortunately done that.
She started tearing up a little. I comforted her and told her that it must have been something she ate. It was nothing that a little teeth brushing couldn't fix.
This time as she responded to me, I took a quick peak into her mouth. Her tongue was a red-green color, as if it was moldy. There were maggots crawling through the pores in her tongue.
Arriving at my girlfriend's house, I pulled onto the curb and honked. A few seconds later, I saw her head peaking through her bedroom curtains, on the top floor of the house. She flashed me a smile and pulled her head back. I knew she was incredibly excited for the date I had planned with her.
I planned for us to go to the park and have a picnic. Afterward, she and I would go catch a movie. After the movie I knew a good spot down by the beach where we could walk around and get to know each other a little better. Later ending it with laying in the grass and looking up at the stars. I can't guarantee there won't be a few stolen kisses along the way.
I was startled as I heard a knocking on my passenger side window. I looked over and saw the golden brown eyes of my girlfriend staring back at me. I quickly reached for the button to unlock the door and she stepped inside, buckled herself in, and away we went to the park.
After arriving at the park, I helped her out of the car. She laughed at me, saying she doesn't need me to do that. I rolled my eyes, laughing and saying, "Too bad." I grabbed the basket from the back of the car and off we went, over to a nice open clearing in the grass.
She helped me unpack everything from the basket, the blanket for us to sit on and all.
She and I ate from our sandwiches and talked for a little while. She told me about how her parents used to take her out to the park all the time. She broke her arm once from her older brother pushing her off the steps over by the jungle gym, when they were all little. I told her about the time I fell and scraped up my knee bad enough on the asphalt that I have a scar from it. She laughed and as did I. We were having a time better than I could have ever asked for.
Not too long after I finished my food, I looked over to her and she still had half a sandwich left. She said she was stuffed from the big breakfast she had earlier. I offered to take it off her hands. After all, why let good food go to waste.
I took a few bites from her sandwich. It tasted a little funny, no wonder she didn't want to finish it. I took a few more bites before I started feeling a little sick. I threw the rest of the sandwich into the zip lock bag we'd got it from, and threw it in the basket. I never had an issue eating after people, but that tasted nothing like the sandwich I had.
"You know you don't have to tell me when food tastes bad," I said. We laughed about it a little.
"It tasted fine to me," she said.
"Well, when I tried eating from it, it tasted rancid," I told her, my smile fading slightly.
She only replied with a shrug and we carried on talking as we sat and enjoyed the view of the park a bit. As the sun started to dip down, I'd realized we'd spent far longer there than I would have liked. I didn't mind though, as long as I got to spend that time with her.
After the date was over, I drove her home. We sat for a few moments of awkward silence. Eventually, one of us spoke, telling the other that we had a nice time. We both agreed, it was probably the best date I'd ever been on. Granted, this was my first.
We looked each other in the eyes for a few moments before our faces met each others in the middle, our lips touching.
I almost instantly pulled back in disgust. Why the hell did her lips taste so bad on mine? It was like the kiss of death. I didn't want to make her feel bad, but I had unfortunately done that.
She started tearing up a little. I comforted her and told her that it must have been something she ate. It was nothing that a little teeth brushing couldn't fix.
This time as she responded to me, I took a quick peak into her mouth. Her tongue was a red-green color, as if it was moldy. There were maggots crawling through the pores in her tongue.
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