After my hundredth date with my boyfriend, I chose to break up.

Summary

My boyfriend’s childhood best friend is a foodie with a terrible memory.

She can never remember where the best spots are. The amazing boba place on the East Side, the legendary lobster roll truck on the North Side—she gets them mixed up every single time.

This has been a running theme, right up until my one-hundredth date with my boyfriend, Leo.

Her call came, right on schedule.

First, she wished us a happy date night on the East Side.

Then, she mentioned she was dying for one of those lobster rolls.