I meet a lot of interesting characters on any given girl’s
night out. This Friday night wasn’t any
different.
“You’re Italian? Does that mean you cook?” A cute guy asked after he bought me a
drink.
“I don’t cook.” I informed him which was a lie.
“That’s impossible. You’re Italian; you’re born with the cooking
gene.” He said.
“That’s a little stereotypical of
you to say to a complete stranger.” I
said
“I’m just trying to get you to talk
to me.” He said and it worked.
The conversation wasn’t that stimulating but
no other guy was hitting on me so I engaged.
“What do you like to do?” He asked.
I wanted to tell
him that like to sit on my butt all day and watch HGTV or Lifetime movies, eat
whatever I can get my hands on and drink wine, lots of it. I didn’t want to sound like a loser so I
modified my answer.
“I like trying new restaurants and
different types of food. I enjoy wine so
I go to wineries for tastings to find something new to share with friends. I also like to relax at home, but I rarely
have time to relax with my busy life.” I
said.
That sounded a
lot better than my original answer.
Apparently he liked what he heard because he asked me for my
number. I gave it to him and the girls
and I left the bar.
He called me the next day.
“Hi, it’s me. Mike from last night.” He said.
“Hi there. How was the rest of your night?” I asked
“It was good.
I can’t stop thinking about the fact that you don’t cook.” He said.
I thought that
was strange. I’ve had guys say they
can’t stop thinking about ME but no guy has ever said they can’t stop thinking
about the fact that I don’t cook. I
didn’t know how to respond to this stupid line. Naturally, I became a little defensive.
“Well, I don’t know why are you stuck on that?” I asked.
“Because I don’t believe you. How about this, why don’t you make us dinner
tonight and I’ll be the judge of it.” He
said.
“Is this how you ask someone out on
a date?” I asked.
Part of me was joking
but a larger part of me was annoyed. This
topic was a little original for a pick up line but I didn’t think it was
something he should be harping on.
“Well, yea! If things work out
between us, you’ll be making us dinner all the time so why don’t we just skip
to the inevitable.” He said which threw
me for a loop.
This was a first time a man jumped all the
steps in dating and wanted to go right to mundane nights at home. I didn't like his presumptuous attitude at all! How do I
respond to his ridiculous statement without losing my temper? What makes him think that I would make him or
any man dinner every night? What makes
him think that I would even like him enough to make anything work out? Could the only guy that hit on me the night
before really be this big of a jackass!?
“How about you take me out on a proper date, impress me and we’ll take
it from there.” I said.
“Easy there. I was just kidding. You’re right I should try to win you
over. Do you want to do something tonight?” He asked.
“I can’t. I have plans.” I replied which I did and besides, a last
minute invitation is rude.
“Ok then. I’ll call you during the week and we can make
plans later.” Mike said and I was ok
with that but he was walking a thin line.
He called a few
times throughout the week and we had mini conversations but he didn’t officially
ask me out on a date. We talked about
work stuff and he asked where I would like to go for our first date but he didn’t invite me out on an actual
date. I was confused and second-guessed
his intentions; maybe he didn’t want to take me out on a date. Maybe he was drunk the night we met and forgot
what I looked like or that he was even interested in me. (I might have had those types nights myself)
He called on
Friday and it sounded like he was going to ask me out but I wasn’t
thrilled. Everyone knows that a last
minute invitation means that the guy doesn’t have anything better to do.
“There’s a game on Sunday that I
really want to watch. How about this,
you and I go to the grocery store and pick up some ingredients. We can go back to your place; you can make me
dinner while I watch the game.” He said.
I waited for him to say he was joking but he
didn’t. I couldn’t believe him! Did he
seriously suggest this stupid idea again?
What doesn’t he understand? I instantly
flashed back to when I was living with my Ex-Fiancée and it wasn’t pretty. I pictured this new guy getting wasted on my
couch and yelling at the TV. There was
NO WAY that I was going to subject myself to that environment again, especially
on a FIRST DATE! What is wrong with this
guy?!
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said waiting to hear him laugh or say
something, anything normal!
“What do you
mean? That sounds like a perfect Sunday
date to me.” He said.
“It sounds like a lot of work to me.” I replied.
“I don’t
understand what you have against making me dinner?” Mike asked.
“I don’t
understand what you have against taking me out?
Don’t you think it’s early to be this comfortable with me?” I asked.
“No! Like I said
before. You will be making me dinner
eventually, why not start now.” He said
which infuriated me.
“Look, this isn’t going to work out anyways so
let’s just end this phone call.” I said
to him calmly.
“I don’t get
it. Don’t you want a boyfriend?” He asked which stumped me.
Of course I wanted
a boyfriend and I would gladly cook for a man someday but he has to earn it!
Take me out, prove to me that you are worthy of my time then I will consider
cooking for you. There are steps in
dating and I don’t think skipping to regular home life is a good idea. That’s not a way to start off any kind of
a relationship. This guy annoyed the crap out of me and I never wanted to see
or talk to him again.
I took a deep breath,
counted to ten and collected my thoughts.
“You make a good point Mike. I’m not sure if I want a boyfriend right now.
Maybe I’ll see you around.” I said.
“That’s a shame. Yea, maybe I’ll see you around.” He said but I never did, thank goodness!
