Dinner & a Sex Museum
“I have another idea for a museum we can go to. It’s right around the corner.”
“Cough into your sleeve,” I demanded scoldingly.
“What? It’s not like I have the Coronavirus or something.” “You are not taking this seriously!”
He reached for my hand, and I dodged it. He had just coughed into it! “Calm down,” he said.
I was already frustrated with him, and it was becoming increasingly difficult not to show my frustration.
I let him place his arm around my waist, which was protected by my winter coat.
He was so happy-go-lucky on our way to the museum, but I was more than infuriated with his sick behavior amidst the impending pandemic, but also with the fight we got into before our date that night — which was only our second, by the way — and to where we were headed.
When I asked him for the location of our date, he said, “meet me at my apartment,” which for me would’ve been fine if we were further along in the dating process and, more importantly, if I hadn’t just told him I didn’t want to go to his apartment.
Let’s go back to when he asked me out. In short:
Him: Jehan, wanna go out to dinner with me Saturday?
Me: Sure, I get out of…
