Hello…. Rosa here…

So here’s the thing…

Well, now even though I’m annoyed Paul was late especially without any good reason as far as I can see, I decide to stay.

Why not?  It’s a free meal. And everybody deserves a second chance. Besides, he apologized and his apology seemed sincere, so it’s all good.

Looking at the menu, I decide to have the Mediterranean chicken. No, have the salmon, he says. You’ll enjoy it. “I would prefer the chicken.” I say.

The server comes to take our order. The words, ‘I’ll have the Med….” Start to come out of my mouth.

“She’ll have the salmon,” he interrupts, “And I’ll have the Mediterranean chicken.”

Speechless, words fail me. WHAT?

The server says, ‘very good’ and walks off with my salmon order.

My no longer ‘so-perfect’ date smiles at me. I’m annoyed as I listen to him tell him how much I’m going to enjoy the salmon.

Our meals arrive. I’m not crazy about my salmon. I pick at it just to be polite while staring at his chicken which he is gobbling down with great enthusiasm. “Mmmm… this is delicious!” he says.

Before you know it, the chicken’s all gone. My salmon is still sitting there. Then he asks, “Don’t you like your salmon?”

“No. Not really,” I say. “I’m not a salmon lover.”

“Too bad. You should have ordered the chicken.”

If looks could kill, he’d be in trouble. Unfortunately, he hasn’t noticed my change of attitude and just keeps talking away.

Some first date this is turning out to be.

So the server comes to take away our plates and Paul tells him to pack up the salmon for him to take home. 

Meanwhile, I’m sitting here pretending to be interested as he rambles on about himself. And now I’m staring at him thinking, “What the bleep did I see in him?” and trying to remember what was so interesting about him at the party. Must have been too many cocktails.

The server returns with the dessert menu and Paul says, “We’ll pass on dessert. We’re both full.”

I’m thinking, Huh? I’m starving here! I WANT DESSERT! So I tell the server, “Actually, I’ll have ummm… chocolate truffle cake or apple pie… uh.. I think I’ll have both.”

Paul looks at me strangely and says, “Aren’t you full? Where do you put it all?”

Smiling sweeting at him I say, “Well, they’re my two favorites and it was a difficult decision.”

Waiting for my desserts to arrive, we chit-chat over nothing, because by this time, I’m not interested in anything he has to say. My only thoughts are Where are my desserts? I’m starving!

Finally, my desserts arrive and Paul reaches over with his fork to take a piece of my pie.  I pull both desserts towards me, smile at him and say, “I thought you were full.” The look on his face is priceless. 

As I polish off my desserts, I notice he starts to look a bit irritated. Probably because I didn’t want to share. At this point, who cares? I’m finally eating something! 

The server hands Paul the bill. He looks it over, then he says, “Can you leave the tip? I didn’t bring enough cash.” I’m thinking, “What the BLEEP??” then response “Sure.” Just to get the heck away from this loser.

As we’re walking out, he tells me, “I have to get back to work.  Thanks for a great evening. Can’t wait to do it again. Want me to get a cab for you?” Huh? I am more stunned by him thinking that there’s even going to be a next time than I am by having to take a cab home.

As he leans over to kiss me goodnight, I slowly turn my head so that his kiss lands on my cheek.

That’s it. Goodnight. Good-bye.

Side note: Ladies, never leave home without extra cash or your credit card for those unexpected expenses.

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