This weekend Brad took me to The Melting Pot for dinner. Naturally, I was beside myself with excitement. While we were there, I asked him if it’d be okay if I substituted the beer (yuck) they pour into the cheese fondue (::ahhh::) for a vegetable broth, because that’s what I had done last time I ate there.
He said that was cool with him, just as the waiter came over and said, “So, I see you’ve been here before. Well, one of you,” and smled at me.
He then proceeded to tell us about the specials and what his favorites are, et cetera, et cetera.
When he walked away, Brad looked at me and said, “So, can you tell me the specials. I didn’t hear them since the waiter only told them to you and didn’t look at me once.”
“Haha, get used to it,” I said with a smirk.
I kind of shrugged it off, until later when I realized the waiter really was only talking to me, haha. Oh well, what could ya do?
It reminded me of the time I went on a date to the movies and the guy I was with got angry when the guy ripping the tickets handed both tickets to me and told me what theater the movie was playing in.
“Why did he just tell you where the movie was playing. I’m the one that bought the damn tickets!” he said.
Silly boys thinking they’re going to get looked at by guys when they’re out with me.