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The case of the missing Tupperware.

When you invite a significant other (or at least someone you're sleeping with or plan to sleep with) over for homemade dinner you expect it to go a certain way. However in my life what ever can go wrong will go wrong. 
Let me start of by saying that to say I love my tupperware would be an understatement  I love how they trick me into thinking I am domesticated and organized.  
So I went out on two dates with this guy named Ren he was tall, cute and funny. We had already done the deed by the time I invited him over for dinner. So in my head it was obvious how the night would end. I made my world famous lasagna (its how I impress all the guys). He loved it so much that I put some in tupperware for him to take home. I told him that I just had to have it back as soon as he was done with it. 
As the evening went on we ended up in a pretty hot make out session in my room. I made the move to take things further. Thinking this wasn't out of line since we already had done that before. But he STOPPED me! He all of a sudden got really weird. I asked him why and I kid you know he says "Well... I already had sex today." Uhhhh I didn't know what to say. Ren then goes "Hey at least I am being honest." I was shocked what was I supposed to say? Its not like we were exclusively anything so could I really be that upset? But who sleeps with someone when you know you're going to have dinner at some other girls house? I eventually asked him to leave after a bit more of making out, which in retrospect was probably a bad idea. Nonetheless as he walked out of my room he walked into the kitchen, opens my fridge and like its no big deal takes the left over lasagna and left. 
While its really weird, sleazy and awkward about the whole having sex earlier in the day comment. And to be honest if he let me I would probably still sleep with him. But once the feelings of mass rejection wore off I realized I had a bigger problem on my hands, he stole my tupperware! So I sent him a text 10 mins after he left telling him that I needed the tupperware back, and of course I got no response.  I went through all of that and then realized that I am NEVER going to see that little plastic box again.
I know this may make me seem like a crazy OCD person but really who does that?
Note to self: Dont let boys have leftovers.