My Big Fat Friday Dinner Date
Remember my doctor friend at the hospital, the one who’s going to help me study for the MCAT?
Well, he’s taking me on a late dinner date tonight to a super-nice restaurant down on Clark Street. I haven’t been there before, but I’ve heard of it and it sounds wonderful.
Of course, I’ll try not to eat or drink very much, both to make a good impression and so that I’ll still be thinking clearly later on.
Just by coincidence, the restaurant is fairly close to where he lives but farther away from where I live. These things are just a teensy bit predictable. After dinner, he’ll suggest that we go back to his place to listen to music or watch a DVD. That’s fine. I want to do that, along with the expected extra-curricular activities. But then it gets late. And he asks, ever so innocently, if maybe I should stay there tonight?
I’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t try. And I do like him. But no, sorry, not on the first date.
I need to let the boy make a little progress so he feels that it’s worth the effort. But not too much progress. As my Mom says, people don’t appreciate what they get too easily. It applies to education, and to money, and … to other things. 🙂
And with that, I had better start getting ready!
Copyright 2010 by Rinth de Shadley.