Next thing you know, you’re in a 15 minute line, sweating, overpaying for lunch, and talking about kimchi for longer than you thought was possible.
You can enjoy them during a black tie affair or during Sunday football.
Because it really is the flower headband that draws you in first, don’t you think? That, or the twinkle in their gold Tory Burch pendant.
1. Ramen 2.0
1. Hunched over the kitchen sink.
It’s called Sad Desk Lunch, and it’s what you think it is: photos of bleak lunches.
Guys, how adorable was it that adults thought Oregon Trail was educating us in the least bit?
Open Excel and start making a nonsensical spreadsheet or one of your favorite bars ranked by drink price and ambiance.
Go to the bank and find out that your bank statement is actually running a bit lower than you thought. Ok, a lot lower – probably from all the lunches or, erm, “falafel.” Realize you’re going to have to get a higher paying job than an internship if you’re going to want to keep eating or drinking anything at all. Realize you’re going to have to get two internships. And start selling drugs. Lots of drugs. And stripping! But you can’t strip – too many lunches.
The people you’ll never be able to have lunch with are the ones that didn’t have a happy ending. They exploded right in front of you and caused a loss of appetite, a night of heavy drinking, a regrettable exchange of words. The key difference here is blame. The dissolution of a monumental relationship always carries blame. It has to. Who wants to take responsibility for the death of something so special?