No Pizza for You

This is a story about a date I went on with a writer….. yes ooh Lala. He asked if I wanted to meet him at a pub in the northeast, even though it wasn’t central and quite far from where I lived. I agreed to the date and met him at 6pm on Wednesday…um yum! Wing Wednesday!

We arrived at the same time and entered the pub at the same time. This pub was one of the sketchiest pub I ve ever been too. The decor was outdated, the whole place smelled like cigarettes even though it was prohibited inside. It was as if the cigarettes was soaked into the decor , soaked in the carpet for two decades and the owners didn’t bother with renovations lol. When we walked it, I was surprised the whole pub was as busy as it was. The tables were filling quite fast and the bar stools were all occupied.

The waitress noticed us at the entrance and pointed to a table near the back wall. We walked towards the table in the back and seated ourselves. The start of the conversation was kinda awkward but we knew that we had to overcome the awkwardness somehow, so we started off by ordering drinks as quickly as possible. After the drinks we ordered, we ordered some wings and continued the chit chat so we could get to know each other a little more. We chatted and drank for a couple of hours at the pub and we joked about the fact that we didn’t belong there since we were the only minorities at that pub. We laughed and poked fun at each other.

When the night ended, we separated but not before he asked to take me out again. I accepted his offer and we planned to get together for a movie on Saturday. That Saturday, I unfortunately had to bail due to something that came up at work. That Saturday morning, I messaged him explaining the reason why I had to bail and told him that I would reschedule once I figured out my schedule for the following week.

Now he probably thought I was just making an excuse and I wasn’t interested in seeing him again and sometimes the case is true but not in this case. I did want to see him again. I hate it when guys postpone on me or  when they bail last-minute. I didn’t want to be “that girl” who does the same, so therefore I wanted to make it up.

To make up for the last-minute cancellation, I asked him if he was free during the week to come over for supper. I was excited that he agreed to coming over that following Thursday. I thought of creating pizzas for supper. I decided that I would get different ingredients where we can build our own pizzas, this would be a fun interactive date where I can also see his skills in the kitchen lol.

I finished work at 5pm and asked my best friend to go grocery shopping with me so she could help me get the right ingredients for my date. We went through the aisles of Safeway  quickly and during the time at Safeway I made sure to message him so he could tell me his dislikes and likes for toppings on his pizza. He texted me back that he was open to everything so this made shopping quite easy.

I got home a little before 6pm and I asked him to come over at 7pm. I prepped all the veggies in bowls, I had a few options of sauces just in case he was adventurous. I love pesto on pizza so maybe he would too, but in case he didn’t I bought mariana sauce as well.

It was 7pm and he had not arrived, I looked at my phone a little after 7pm and he messaged me, telling me he was running late. I was a little irritated that he was late but happy that he messaged me to inform me. I looked at the time continuously and watched 7pm turn to 7:15,  then 7:30 and then finally he was there at my place at 7:40. I was still irritated but I knew that by me being upset would only turn the date to becoming even worse.

He walked in , he apologized and gifted me a bottle of wine. I smiled and proceeded into the kitchen where I asked him if he was “ready to make pizza?” and  he responded that he wasn’t really hungry.  I was shocked by his answer. He told me he ate beforehand and he was still full. I asked him why he ate if he knew I was doing pizza? He said he was hungry and couldn’t wait.

I was extremely irritated now, I kept my cool and told him that I was hungry and he could just watch me eat then. I made my pizza and placed in the oven and waited for it to be ready. In the meantime, while he was trying to flirt and conversate with me, I  CONTINUED TO SMILED BUT INSIDE I WAS EXTREMELY UPSET!

WHY WOULD YOU AGREE TO HAVE SUPPER AT MY PLACE AND NOT EAT. WHY WOULD YOU EAT BEFORE HAND WHEN YOU KNOW I WAS PLANNING TO FEED YOU. WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME YOU LIKE ANYTHING/EVERYTHING ON A PIZZA AND NOT EXPECT TO EAT PIZZA THAT NIGHT. WHY WOULD YOU WASTE MY TIME GOING TO THE GROCERY STORE. WHY DID YOU WASTE MY TIME!!!!!

I held my emotions as long as I could but after few minutes of pondering on the reason why he possibly ate beforehand…. I BLEW UP!!! I told him that he was rude and so inconsiderate for eating before hand. I told him he was ridiculous and stupid and for a man who was in his thirties, he should’ve known better. He of course got upset and stormed out of my place. I have never seen a guy leave as fast as he did. As he was storming out he told me I was a crazy bitch and I was nothing like the woman he met ON the first date.

Um YAH OF COURSE I WAS DIFFERENT, of course I wasn’t the same woman. The first date I didn’t offer to cook for you, the second date I did and you denied it. Now im not a certified chef or anything but at least try before you deny. SERIOUSLY!

Laugh love date

Linda

 

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