So I was late. I'll admit that much. A solid 15 mins. Ok, maybe a little more. I did something wrong, and I'm sorry.
But... That's no excuse for holding my cupcake hostage for the WHOLE DATE! Rude. Let me back up. We decide to meet at a local cupcake place then head over to the [insert performing arts/cultural center] Center to see a Latin American music concert. I'm excited because he seems cute and fun and educated. Since I was late, he suggests not wasting time and heading straight to the cultural center after buying our cupcakes. Ok, fine. So we buy our cupcakes. I pay for mine, and he pays for his as the cashier puts them in the same bag and hands it to S. I came straight from work and am HUNGRY AF. So I want my cupcake. Whatever, we will eat and walk and talk. I can multitask. Now I'm not a girl who cares much if my date pays for my food. I really don't have a protocol for it. If you ask, fine. If you don't ask, fine. If you pay, fine. If I pay, fine. BUT. If I buy my own cupcake, I GET TO DECIDE WHEN TO EAT IT! So our whole walk over to the concert, all I'm thinking about is this damn cupcake. When we get to the cultural center, I think "Great! Now we can eat cupcakes!" Wrong. We get our seats in the concert hall and eating isn't allowed...so he puts the cupcakes under his chair. Devastated. After the first song, I'm not terribly attached to the concert and he doesn't seem to be either. All I want to do is eat. So I suggest we leave. But he wants to listen to one more song. And before you know it, we've stayed for the whole concert. Then he insists we eat the cupcakes on the roof for a good view. So I play along because I can tell he's trying to make it romantic. We go up, we see the view, I oo and ah for him (it was legitimately beautiful), then I beeline it for the picnic table. We are going to eat. I essentially INHALE my delicious chocolaty goodness only to look up and see he has barely eaten half. I make fun of my messy eating and mention how he has barely touched his. He says, he was waiting to see if I wanted to try some before he finished it. It's some shitty fruit flavor (aka, not chocolate), so I thank him but decline. We wrap things up and walk back to the cupcake place so I can get my bike and head home. Hugs and goodbye. From my perspective, he stole my cupcake. From his perspective, I was some crazy girl who couldn't go 3 seconds without food. But once again, he stole my food. I couldn't have acted that crazy because he texted me for awhile afterwards, but things fizzled. It wasn't just the cupcake. There were other things that made us incompatible. I swear.
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