A certain friend of mine claimed to like me for a long time. I felt nothing but friendship for him, yes I friend-zoned him from the beginning, but hey if you don't feel it, you don't feel it. So imagine my surprise when his cousin started to talk to me on Facebook, being super nice and asking me out. He was a nice guy and since I wasn't dating anyone else at the time I agreed. It was supposed to be a classic first date: Dinner and drinks ... nothing too fancy.
We went to a well known restaurant in Paramaribo, famous for it's pasta and ribs. For some reason he was more nervous than me on this date.I'm no fragile delicate flower like the other girls he was used to dating and everyone who knows me will admit that I like a good tease.
Portions in this restaurant are big and since we both wanted the same things, we decided to buy one of each and share. I wouldn't be me if I didn't shock the poor guy and everyone else in the restaurant. Since everyone was already looking I wanted to give them something to talk about. So instead of asking for an extra plate I suggested we used 2 forks and eat out of one plate. I'm used to sharing the check when I go out with friends, so naturally I offered to split the bill. He insisted on paying and remembering that I was going to try to do things differently, I let him. After dinner we went to my regular watering hole for some drinks and to talk. My watering hole ... my tab. He didn't really like it, but I had instructed the barkeeper not to let him pay.
We went out a few more times after that. This could have worked out for me if it wasn't for nasty habbit of telling his cousin and best friend everything. And when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING! That we ate out of one plate, that we had drinks, what we ate, what we drank, when we kissed, where we kissed, how we kissed. Just telling him would not have bothered me, but what did was the fact that his cousin called me a day after every date to tell me everything he knew about my date. I wanted to confront my guy with it. So when it was date night again, I suggested that I could make his favorite pasta and we could have a date at my house. He agreed. I went out of my way to go buy supplies and slaved away in front of the stove to prepare a nice meal. There I sat in my pretty dress with dinner prepared, and he was 2 hours late. I tried calling, he didn't answer.After 2 hours of waiting I was just about to throw it all away when i saw a car pulling up. It wasn't my Mr. Pasta but a good friend of mine. I told him the story, we had a good laugh and had a tasty dinner.
After that night I still saw Mr. Pasta a few times, but he never explained what happened that night, never said sorry or why we never went out again. He did complain to his friends that I was too much of an independent woman for him and he felt like the lady in the relationship. Because I picked up a few checks?
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