Yesterday morning, I went to breakfast at a cute little cafe with one of my best buddies, Miranda (no, her real name isn't Carly). We went to a quaint cottage-like place called Sweet Butter and ordered egg white omelets in an attempt to be healthy. We figured we had the remainder of the day to squash that dream, so we might as well start off right.
After our breakfast, we went to Runyan Canyon and hiked. We chugged water and struggled to breathe as obnoxiously healthy mothers pushing their babies in strollers seemed to jog past us, unintentionally mocking our struggles.
Whenever you get me and Miranda together, it's a real-life sitcom in every sense of the word. After our breakfast and questionable workout, we started talking about those instances where you're on a date with a guy and you feel like he's about to kiss you, but for whatever reason the chemistry just isn't there for you, so you're trying to avoid it at all costs. You keep your hands full with whatever you can hold, you carry idle conversation, you "trip"... whatever it takes.
Miranda not only told me about a scenario she recently had where she attempted to avoid but ended up begrudgingly and uncomfortably kissing her date, but she proceeded to drive me back to the scene of the crime so I could get the play-by-play firsthand. I laughed hysterically as she recreated the scene for me, which ended in her spottily pulling out of a tight parking space as her pursuer looked on with cheeky confidence, hands stuffed in his pockets like the hero of a John Hughes movie. Miranda is a wizard at storytelling... I wish you could all hear her. But you can't. So you can either enjoy this blog or take a hike. Hopefully hikes are easier for you than they are for me and Miranda.