Sweet Cuppin' Cakes!

Story Sent in by Seth:

On my first date dinner with Margot, she handed me a little plastic container with a vanilla cupcake within it.

"I made it for you," she said.

"Thank you!" I said, "Is it okay if I save it until after dinner?"

She stuck her hand out to me. "Give it here." I gave her a quizzical look, and she went on, "I'll hold onto it."

"I won't forget it. I'll keep it right here," I said, and I put it next to me in the booth.

She shook her hand closer to me and said, "Let me just have it back. Just for a second."

Confused, I handed it back to her. She ripped open the container, stuffed the entire cupcake in her mouth, and said, "Mmmm! Yeah, that's good! Good, good, good, good, good!"

"Why would you do that?" I asked her, disappointed that homemade cupcake goodness would not be mine.

She said, "That was a great cupcake! Probably my best, ever. It was really tasty."

I shrugged. It was what it was. She was crazy. For the rest of dinner, it was rare that she would talk about anything other than the cupcake.

I asked, "What are you ordering?"

She replied, "I'd order another delicious cupcake, but I doubt that any that I'd order would be as delicious as the one I just had!"

"You're taking on a big, new project at work, right? Tell me about it."

"I just can't get over how tasty that freakin' cupcake was! Oh my God. It was sublime."

"You're acting like an idiot."

"An idiot with a delicious cupcake in her stomach."

During every conversational lull, she would talk about how tasty the cupcake was, how I had missed out on a once-in-a-lifetime event, and how she doubted that she would ever be able to bake such an amazing cupcake again.

Finally, I said, "Can you shut up?"

That shut her up for about two minutes. Then, she said, "Do you like my hair? It's my natural color."

Her hair was a little under shoulder-length and blonde. "Yes. I like it."

"Oh my God, that cupcake was phenomenal."

I made sure that we split the check. As we said goodbye outside the place, she said, "I'm going home to make more cupcakes. More cupcakes forever! I'd rather do that than stay out with you!"

"You must lead a very sad and lonely life. You have my pity. Good night."

Never saw her again.