when buying dinner for your boyfriend goes tragic.

Food vendor: "$14.88"

Me to Steve: "Do you want me to get it?"

Steve to Me: "I can if you want, I don't care."

Me to Steve: "Nah, I'll pay." I like to buy Steve's food because if you didn't know him, he comes off as a guy who rescues puppies on the weekends.

Those were such innocent, blissful times. Now here I sit on the couch. With a purse hanging off the corner of the kitchen table chair without a wallet inside. You know that quote, "A room without books is like a body without a soul"? Well I agree with that, if you switch it to "A purse without a wallet is like a body without a soul"

I had to experience that alarming feeling when you reach for your wallet and it's gone. You know all the stuff that comes along with it:
-the sinking stomach.
-the retracing your steps-- that includes with thinking "Is that really what I did tonight?"
-calling to get all cards canceled.
-starring wide eyed into the distance plotting several revenges... but for other related things not involving lost wallets.
-standing in your living room with wet boots that quack when you walk on the hardwood floor and arms that feel dizzy.

Reader, what will I do if I call the restaurant (I hate spelling that word) and they don't have my wallet? Obviously, I will cry and and I have a silent montage of my favorite memories I had with my wallet, like that one time I used it for everything!