I’ve always been amused by the infinite time it takes me to order at a pizzeria.
I always look at all the pizzas, although 90% of the time I end up with my favorite choice, the famous and most classic “Regina.”
This tendency has the unique capacity to piss off my boyfriends.
To be honest, let me share the whole picture here: They are annoyed not only because I take 20 minutes of our lives to make a decision when we both already know what I’ll decide, but because this familiar and aggravating process actually began even before we sat down. Before we enter the restaurant, I have burned 45 other minutes (give or take) enjoying looking at a bunch of different restaurants in the neighborhood and comparing their menus.

“Gosh… If she acts like this for a pizza, imagine how it would be for everything else.”
Au contraire!
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