ok, so my last date offered to serve me dinner and proceeded to hand me a bag of frozen veggies from the prehistoric era, showed me where the pan was and left me in his filthy kitchen to fend for myself. i scratched my head and thought, “what the f*ck?!”
really, is this the state of dating in the bay area? i don’t need to be pampered with 24-7 bon bons or massages and candlelit dinners on the beaches of bora bora, but what happened to common courtesy, a little effort on the “wooing” phase of love? maybe it only happens in films, and i’m just being naive, but hey, someone real did have to write the screenplay, yes?
sometimes i feel like i’m trying to find the least swine-like guy left in the pigpen, and falling short time and time again.
2 Comments
May 27, 2009 at 6:27 am
I does seem like for all the fish in the sea, very few turn out to be edible.
May 27, 2009 at 10:52 am
That’s pretty icky. What a dope. I wonder if it’s a generational thing? (Speaking as one who’s over 50, I just can’t imagine doing that). Maybe it was his way of saying that he’s really, really comfortable with you — but more likely it’s just a case of self-centeredness and/or a serious lack of manners. Move on….