My Date with Frozen Yogurt

Frozen Yogurt

It was a late Saturday night and I felt empty inside. The last two hours had been painful- possibly the worst date in history. I needed something to indulge in, something powerful enough to revive me. Something that was already evoking my desire, just by being in its vicinity: Frozen Yogurt. Clutching my bowl with one hand, and pulling the handle with the other, I watched the thick, sugary treat sink into my container. Then, as I ran my gaze through the array of toppings, my eyes grew wide and my jaw grew limb. And suddenly I was back in my bed that same morning- my hands clutching the note I’d sent her, its message sinking into my chest. And as my mind’s eye drifted I could see the perfect date, the large array of beauties assembled like a movie.

I blinked my eyes and lifted my yogurt and quickly walked towards the toppings stand. Animal crackers and skittles began dancing on my pupils, brownies and espresso beans tickled my nose, and apples and caramel flared up my taste buds. I had to have them all. So I scooped them on, while my stomach raced, just as my heart had that afternoon- when I found the perfect meal, music and setting. Finally, when my bowl was full of all the best treats, I found room on the top for the cherry, the sweet and pure delight that completed the frozen yogurt. Turning away from the counter, I carried my dessert, and saw my evening play out on the distant glass window. I was pulling her hand towards a candlelight dinner, outside below stars, with jazz in the background- and she gracefully followed in her cherry red dress.

I sat down and, for a moment, simply stared in awe; then, with the greatest anticipation, began the event. But where I had expected to find infinite bliss, all I felt was a strong confusion. What do I enjoy? The skittles? The stars? The caramel? The picnic? The brownies? The jazz? They were raiding my senses simultaneously, tugging my attention from one to another. With painstaking effort, I endured this ordeal- saving the cherry to savor it. But alas, I could stomach only so much and for the second time today, I was becoming ironically empty. And as the cherry’s patience began to expire, I was forced to accept the simple truth: I had put too many good things into one bowl. Slowly I lifted the lone fruit left in my dessert, the only topping I’d ever really needed. But when I tried to place her where she belonged…all I could manage was an icy kiss.

Seven Rajan

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