So I walked into my kitchen (my boyfriend stayed over last night) and I grabbed a cup out of my cupboard. I then walked over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I thought my boyfriend had already left because it was morning and I couldn’t find him anywhere. So I scrambled up some eggs, and as I’m waiting for them to cook, I hear a potato chip bag making noise in my pantry and I hear the word “sh*t.” I open the pantry door and find my boyfriend with a stunned face, snacks in his hand, and a mouth full of goldfish. I talked to him and found out that he’s been dating me for my personality and my looks, but most importantly, he said he’s been dating me for my food. I kissed him because I thought it was funny, but he stole my favorite snack foods! Let’s just say we aren’t seeing each other for a while.