lukewarm coffee ... that no one wants

So maybe it wasn't a date? What is a date? A guy asking a girl out right? The guy making an effort to ask a girl out.

I was asked out. He made an effort. He said let's have coffee.

Maybe my expectations were a bit much? Maybe not. I don't think so. You asked me out, the least you could do is not make me pay for what I was getting. If it wasn't for you, I'd be somewhere else, doing something I enjoy on my own.

Anyway ...

So there I was ... and the conversation was pretty fantastic. Again, if I was out with a friend. The thing is, I don't even know if this guy is a friend so most likely he is not. He is someone I know. Someone I met.

So finally, I wanted to get coffee. Guess what? I paid for my coffee. It was one of those awkward moments in front of the cashier where you don't know whether to get your money out or not.

I HATE THAT! Seriously. Note to guys: Do it the Chinese way. Men pay. Guys pay. It makes things easier. Call me "makaluma" or what have you but if you are with a girl friend, a girlfriend, or your wife or mistress and its just the two of you, PAY! You asked her out, you got her to sit down and have coffee to talk about mundane things, PAY!

Maybe I'm getting too immersed in my family's way but I don't see anything wrong with it. Guys pay. My Dad always pays. When we go out, its my Dad. They go on a date, its my Dad who pays.

Maybe I've been burned by 2 bloodsucking guys before and refuse to do so now that's why I'm this vehement and have this violent reaction but really ... REALLY!

Sheesh. So there you go. Conversation, check. On time? Check. Chivalry? DEAD, DYING, ROTTING IN HELL.

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