I love pizza.
Well, I ordered it at work. Because I was hungry and so was Mason so we ordered a pizza.
Then out of boredom we requested the delivery guy sing.
We didn't expect him to, but if he did, that would be the most exciting thing about the entire work day.
We waited an hour for our pizza.
Our stomachs rumbling.
Our lust for pizza getting larger... cause pizza.
The hour comes.
I get a call from the pizza guy asking which building is the Wellness Center.
He comes in.
And he sings.
He sang, off key and with the wrong words, Jingle Bells.
Then we chatted.
As he was walking away.
And asks for my number.
Guys. That actually happened.
He actually asked for my number.
Then he texted me.
Then he hung out with me and my friends.
It was great.
It actually happened.
Like I read about this happening all the time on Tumblr.
But never thought it would happen to me.
How trite and ironic.
I will write something better later. I just wanted to let you know I am still alive.