The good old days

Was watching the docu-soap about working at a hospital. Took me right back to when I was young and had no money. This particular evening my ex-boyfriend was inviting me to a nice restaurant, something we normally couldn't afford. We walked there, and were sitting down at a table, facing the sea. It was fabulous, I was in love and so was he. But because this was at a time of my life where I could afford nothing, I decided to pass on the starter. While he was having his, I started to feel very, very tired. I kinda ended up with my head on the table. He asked me how I was feeling, and I told him that I wanted some fresh air. Stood up, and walked towards the door but fainted and fell to the floor. Fortunately ex was behind me and picked me up, so didn't hurt myself. The owners of the place lived next door so was taken there and given Coke. Was lying on their sofa for a while, sipping sugar, and was then good to go. We finished the romantic dinner, but it taught me to never be too skinny. Guess I was so traumatized I haven't been stopping eating since :)