As A Woman, This Is How I Felt After Paying For A Man’s Dinner.
Did I lose respect for him?
I did something I rarely do. I was having such a good time, that I blurted out how I would pay for dinner next time. At that moment, I realized I went into Pickmesha mode but it was too late…
Two days later we end up riding around when he says, “I haven’t eaten all day, are we still going to get something to eat?”
Sh*t!
I forgot about that, but clearly he didn’t.
It was late Sunday night so most places we’d go to were closed. He had been talking about how good this bar’s burgers were for days now so we head over there.
Once inside, I knew this place wasn’t black people friendly. The energy was more like a tolerating, “their money spends too” feeling more than anything. That’s another story for another day.
My mind starts trying to calculate how much am I willing to spend? I still can’t believe this is happening. I may actually have to pay.
We take two shots and he starts looking at the menu.
Him: This really looks good. That sweet and smokey burger.
Me: This grilled cheese looks good for $6.75. You can get whatever you want under $10.
