So I went on a date the last night with a fireman... (I know... every girl's dream, right??)
We had a great time.
I laughed almost through my whole entire meal. (that's a good thing)
He ordered dessert. (yea for me! I love dessert but I find it presumptuous to order it if I'm not paying for it.)
Then it came down to the last bite.
I refused to eat it ...and so did he.
At first, he was being polite telling me to go ahead and eat it.
Then our waitress said she would settle it for us... She asked who was paying.
"I am." He said.
Pointing at me, she said, "Then you have to eat it." (Smart waitress... she knew who was paying her tip.)
"Nope." I said.
Then, it became a showdown. He told me I HAD to eat it.
Now, if you don't know anything about me... you should know this: I don't HAVE to do ANYTHING!
I tell guys I don't like to make decisions (because I don't... I have DMD) ...that and I like to see where they will decide to take me if THEY have to decide. But when I take a stand on something... I don't waver! ...even if it is the last bite of dessert. :)
I stood my ground.
I told him that bite would NOT be eaten... at least not by me!
Our waitress who had been playing along with this banter finally piped up, "She may not go out with you again if you make her do something she doesn't want to do."
Surfing Sunday 07.15
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