I drank three glasses of wine last night, ate 4,000 pounds of pasta and could barely zip up my pencil skirt this morning. Let me tell you, I'm a vision.
AND I just got invited to do lunch with my super sexy co-worker. Motherfuck. (yep. this situation is appropriate for the real deal.)
AND the restaurant he picked is Chinese food. Man do I love me some sweet and sour anything. Like, used to request it as my birthday meal love. Now I'm supposed to eat all small, ladylike, don't think I'm fat just think I'm slammin' portion sizes? Um. This will be a challenge cuz when I typically eat Chinese on a hott date with my DVR... I order like 2 egg rolls, crab ragoons, and the biggest entree on the menu. Shit.
This will only end in tears. and a Chinese food baby.