Friday, December 3, 2010
There will be blood
We had been chatting for weeks, on and off. Mr. Dater was not the creepy type (which is very rare ), Intelligent, smart, well -read and has a very strong personality . He says he believes in women's role in society and he supports women in every possible way . Perfect .
We decide to meet up for dinner one evening. "where would you prefer to go ?:" .I am very easy to please when it comes to food, i can eat anything anywhere. "Your choice, am flexible", i said.
We agreed to have dinner at a famous steak restaurant. I arrived in time, and he was there on time. So far , so good.
The smiley waitress comes to hand the menus. He asked me if I would like him to order for me , and i said I prefer to order myself since i know what i want anyway, you can never go wrong with Steak Au Poivre. I told the waitress my order and she said "ma'am you want that well done ?" , I replied "medium rare". the waitress said but madam that will be pink from the inside. I said that i did know that , and that's what i will be having. Thanks for your concerns but i love my steak medium rare.
My Dater placed his order then the waitress left. I was looking at my mobile phone and when i lifted my face up , Mr. Dater was staring at me , with a weird crooked smile on his face he said "women should not eat food that rough cowboys eat". HUH, WTH was this all about , He continued saying "maybe you should reconsider your choice, women are delicate creatures, perhaps some juice in their steak is not appropriate, women are not vampires".
At this point i was finding this very amusing and very funny . So i gave him my best smile ever and i said " what can i say, I love some blood in my meat, perhaps i was a vampire in a past life OR maybe i am a vampire in this life". He gave me this icy stare and said "You are not funny". (Moron, of course am funny, you , however are a control freak)
The food came, we ate in silence and he did not look once at me. I had this urge to leave but I was gonna have my pinky bloody cowboy steak even if the sky collapsed over my head.
After that Steak dinner we never spoke to each other again.
The moral of the story : If you like your steak medium rare, control freaks might think you are a vampire.