Uptown

Friday was World Diabetes Day.
Saturday I met a guy in uptown who told me I probably wouldn’t have Type 1 Diabetes if I had committed to clean eating. He conceded that I probably can’t cure my diabetes now that I caused myself to get it, but could easily get off of insulin. He also is sure that most people with autism wouldn’t have it if their parents committed to clean eating.

He knows a lot about this stuff because he works out at Lifetime Fitness, got his teaching credentials but only taught for 7 months, and now works at Target Corporate. He also told me that he believes that I will die a conservative. I got pretty excited to exchange contact information so I can let him know my political leanings on my death bed.

He made it clear he didn’t want to ‘push’ his ideologies on me, because he could tell I was a really smart girl. Listening to him talk for 2 hours was just ‘hearing him out.’

At ten minutes, fifteen minutes, and every five minutes thereafter, I explained to him it was Saturday night and it was the time and place to have a fun time. I assured him that when I am dying, which is going be sooner than later if I don’t commit to clean eating, I would shoot him a text as long as I still had the feeling in my fingers.

As the night came to a close, and the snow fluttered down softly from the sky, I was thankful that my whole life could be changed by one guy, in one bar, on one night in November.

2 thoughts on “Uptown”

  1. “Shoot him” is the right idea but “a text” is unimaginative.

    I can’t believe the toe of your shoe wasn’t lodged in this guy’s scrotum after five minutes. Then you could tell him that he probably can’t cure his bruised genitals now that he caused himself to get them but he could easily avoid getting the other shoe rammed up there, too, if he committed to clean speaking.

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