As a follow-up to my blog post, Chocolatey PayDay Bar - The Ungettable Get, I'm here to tell you with a lack of enthusiasm that My Special Man Friend ("MSMF") triumphed in his mission.
I'm really happy for him, honestly. But it's just a fucking naked Baby Ruth.
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I thought after weeks of searching every grocery and drug store, gas station, and bodega in Ventura and Los Angeles that MSMF had given up his obsession with finding the latest release chocolate version of the original peanut and caramel PayDay.
I was wrong.
I should never infer that seeming resignation and disappointment on the part of MSMF means that he has given up. On the contrary I should remember that MSMF and I share this personality trait in common; an obsessive, die-hard stubbornness to not throw in the towel. I should have known that he was going to will the damn chocolate bar into existence or keep searching every candy isle for the next 10 years.
I should also always assume that MSMF has ulterior motives. He says he doesn't but experience and his willingness to admit the truth has proved otherwise on more than one occasion.
He said he just wanted to get out of the apartment and go on a bike ride.
He said it was just by chance that he saw the gas station 7-11.
He said it was just luck that they had the chocolate PayDay bar.
But I smell a rat! He may not have known that the 7-11 was the secret hideout of this otherwise elusive candy bar but why the bike ride? Why the bike ride past one of the few places MSMF has NOT checked?
The bike ride was just an excuse to check yet another place. If MSMF had asked one more time to check out this place or that place, he knows I probably would have rolled my eyes, laughed a little and said "Babe, really?!" So he goaded me with cooler temps outside the apartment and exercise. Two things I couldn't say no to. And it worked.
I'll say it again, honestly, I am happy that he found the damn chocolate PayDay bar. I love him and just want him to be happy. Even if that means being on an obsessive mission to find a mediocre Snickers knockoff. Now we're just going to be onto the next thing, whatever the hell that may be.
The sweetest part wasn't the candy bar but the sound MSMF made when he threw open the 7-11 glass doors and yelled, "BABY! THEY HAVE IT!", scaring the living shit out of me and almost knocking me off my bike. He was so happy he couldn't wait the minute and a half to make his purchase and then triumphantly tell me. He had to tell me the second he spotted the brown box.
After I steadied my feet and realized he wasn't being robbed, I told him to take my wallet out of the bike basket and grab the few remaining bucks for his bar. I should have known 1 wasn't going to be enough. MSMF walked out with 4 and the biggest smile on his face.
He immediately tore the wrapper off the first bar and chomped down, Mmm-ing away as he did a little happy dance right there is the 7-11/76 gas station parking lot.
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