Dear sugar is supported by.
The universe has good news for the lost, lonely, and heartsick sugar is here, the both of us speaking straight into your ears.
I'm Cheryl strayed.
I'm Steve Almond.
This is dear sugar radio.
Oh, dear son, won't you please share some little sweetness with me?
I check my bell vibes every day.
Oh, and the sugar you see in my way.
Dear sugar, I miss Ben.
We met when we were both hired as actors for an absurdist dining experience that was a huge disaster.
The food truck that was supposed to feed all of the patrons who had paid lots of money to be there, was in an accident.
The waitstaff had fevers, and Ben and I were the only performers who stuck it out.
We spent a humid night two junes ago walking street blocks carrying paper plates of cold pasta into the venue, trying to appease our very wealthy and very grumpy audience.
It was so horrible and so surreal that we spent the evening laughing hysterically and finding excuses to touch each other on the arm.
Aw, that's sweet.
When we finally got out of there, we went to a bar.
He bought me a drink, and I guess the exact date of his birthday on the first try.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Except it's not.
Ben broke up with me three weeks ago, after we had been together for a year and a half.