Cheesesteak

So, we went to the neighborhood carryout to get cheesesteaks, watch movies, and relax for the evening. We started eating, she finished first and as I finished mine, she popped the question, “are you going to eat that…???”

I looked down at the excess steak that had fallen from the stuffed sub into the aluminum foil. I wanted to say yes and eat it myself, but I said no because I wanted to see what she would do. She began to rake up the cheese steak with her bare hands and looked at me as she put the steak in her mouth…staring at me with her big ass eyes. She said “shiiiii” and gave me that look like ‘you don’t know what you’re missing’. I maintained my decorum wishing I recorded this phenomenon because she did this at least 3 more times, raking and tilting her head until the steak was gone.

THIS DATE IS OVER!

I’m not bourgeoisie. I’m actually a little rough around the edges myself, but you save this kind of behavior for at least 6 months. I consider myself a savage at times and probably would have eventually done the same, but I would have at least used a fork.

She’s a little hood with a good government job, but her nickname will forever be Cheesesteak!

Sincerely,

You Ain’t Gon Eat My Cheesteak No More

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