Let's talk about "us," shall we?

I think I've let my boyfriend Alejandro down. You remember Alejandro, right? The 70 year old Dunkin Donuts barista who calls me "bro" and makes me feel manly?

Now, I usually go every day, but yesterday I just wanted to grab an apple at a local bagel store and head to the train. Five sausage, egg and cheese bagel sandwiches a week can be taxing on my gut. "Project: Six Pack by Summer" is in full effect, so I needed a bit of a break from the DD deliciousness.

I went there today, however, and Alejandro seemed a little...perturbed.

Alejandro: "Take a day off yesterday, bro?"
Mr. Vest: "Oh no, no."
Alejandro: "Did you go somewhere else?"

I choked. I did go somewhere else. I was so guilty. But, I just couldn't lie to Alejandro. I mean, here was someone that considered me masculine enough to refer to me as "bro" and I betrayed him by patronizing another establishment. I was so wrong.

So, I lied.

Mr. Vest: "No! I was running late so I had to head straight to the train. You know how it is."

But does he? Does he know how it is? He nodded and smiled, but I am convinced he saw straight through me. Alejandro sees all. I felt dirty....and not in a sexy way.

I was so flummoxed (snaps for a good word choice) that I paid and left with a quick, "Have a great weekend!" I got to the train station and remembered I forgot my coffee. Putting on my best Charlie Brown walk, I went back to DD where Alejandro and son (At least I think it's his son? Let's call him Baxter) laughed and laughed at me leaving my coffee. But not in a mocking way. More of a "You so crazy" congenial laughing.

And I lied to them. Karma will kick me in the ass for this one. How would he truly feel if I went somewhere else? Would he be upset? Angry? Would he stop calling me "bro?"

In cases like these, lying is necessary.