THAT date
I think we all remember THAT date, one awkward one that we wish we could forget, but doesn't seem to leave. This was one of those dates. In his defense, perhaps he saw it as a mere friendly outing, where chivalrous gestures are not expected. I guess I missed that memo.
He had invited me to the movies, nothing too special or significant. It was an action movie. Batman? Perhaps. As my dad drove me to the theater, I remember the butterflies that come at the beginning of any relationship. What can I say? I liked the guy. My dad passed me a 20 as I opened the door. Though I didn't expect to use it, I stuffed it in my pocket.
I met him in the lobby. We saw a few friends and waved. He let me order my ticket first.
"Regular admission for the 3:50 show, please."
I smiled. He was going to pay for me.
"You want to split it? 10,10?"
My face must've said it all. The ticket clerk interrupted my utter surprise.
I faked a smile and passed him my money. We weren't going on another date; that much was clear.
He had invited me to the movies, nothing too special or significant. It was an action movie. Batman? Perhaps. As my dad drove me to the theater, I remember the butterflies that come at the beginning of any relationship. What can I say? I liked the guy. My dad passed me a 20 as I opened the door. Though I didn't expect to use it, I stuffed it in my pocket.
I met him in the lobby. We saw a few friends and waved. He let me order my ticket first.
"Regular admission for the 3:50 show, please."
"Make that two," he said over my head.
I smiled. He was going to pay for me.
"You want to split it? 10,10?"
My face must've said it all. The ticket clerk interrupted my utter surprise.
"Next time, dude."
I faked a smile and passed him my money. We weren't going on another date; that much was clear.
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