My Inner Foodie Doesn’t Care About My Booty

I swore I didn’t have a sweet tooth… until my man pulled my dessert receipts.

I really believed I wasn’t into sweets like that. Truly. I was out here telling people, “I’m more of a savory girl.” Like I don’t wake up every morning looking forward to my coffee... and that cute lil mixed berry scone I pretend is "just a light bite."

But let’s rewind to one random night out with my then-boyfriend. We’re finishing dinner, and the waiter comes over like they always do, “Would you like to see the dessert menu?”

I do my usual fake hesitation face like, “Hmm… maybe we’ll just look.” And before I can even blink, dude goes—“Oh yeah, she always gets dessert. It’s kinda her thing.”