Beyond All The Obvious Perks Of Dating A Feedist/feedee, I Do Really Miss Going Kinda Nuts At Gas Stations/grocery

Beyond all the obvious perks of dating a feedist/feedee, I do really miss going kinda nuts at gas stations/grocery stores off the cuff.

It's always that little voice.

"Good feeders wouldn't show up empty handed."

And it's a very cute little way of affection. She wouldn't know at the very moment that I'm snaking up and down aisles like the kinky mess I am, studying the options. She loves those. Oh but I can't just get her sweets. There needs to be some salty. Something with bread/carbs too. And then I'm stuck with an armful of snacks thinking about how I'll be feeding some of that to her... which is my little secret I get to keep until I get home from my original trip to the gym to work out.

And it does become near comical. If she lit up when I sauntered in with snacks the first time, then maybe I should seek that reaction... every time.

Post office? Add a detour to get $17 of junk food.

Went for a bike ride? Well how am I supposed to get my post ride Gatorade while ignoring the Texas Rolls near the checkout?

And there's no rationalization either. Is that a lot of food to bring home each and every time I leave the house? Yes? But you loveeee the snacks. I don't see the problem. I'm just your playfully idiot himbo feeder who can't connect the dots between your issues with those pants and my own shopping habits. I thought you thought I was cute when I brought home snacks? You think you're getting fat? I don't see how that is my fault. Let me be cute.