Sweetgreen put it on me like a sensual lover; making me crave more than just memories. It reawakened my desires and got me jonesin' for salad like a grown-ass woman who's just experienced orgasm for the first time. The taste is so seductive I never even blinked at the $12 price tag for a bowl of greens. And now this creature of habit longs for a Sweetgreen salad everyday.
Not only did my first date in four years cancel on me (emotional buzz kill) but, add to that, it was grey, dreary and rainy outside (amplifying said buzz kill). Ah, the perfect day for a depressive afternoon of self-pitying and over-indulgent eating.
Who doesn't wanna walk into a room and be treated like an A-lister? Well, I recently indulged in such super-star treatment at the Ted Gibson Salon. Even I, a mere commoner, didn't have to endure long waits in the reception area reading gossip magazines.
"Are you shy?" was the first question she asked me. I had already stripped down to my g-string! "Uh... no?" I replied. "Then take off your panties." I obliged. I had no idea this required full nudity. So, there I was, butt naked under bright lights in a small room with white walls and a mirror. Hmph, so much for confidence. I was on my back with knees pointing east and west on the spa table. My Brazilian bikini wax expert used rubber glove protection as she stroked, stretched and pulled my vajayjay in ways that felt, perhaps, more invasive than my gynocoloist.
