The other day my friend Alessia took the idiot — I mean guy — she’s dating out for his 30th birthday. While at the dinner that she paid for, she handed him his birthday gift: a pair of Yankee/Mets tickets. He looked mildly pleased with her one hundred forty dollar gift and said “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I just can’t believe I’m going to the game with a Met fan,” she teased.
“Who said you’re going to the game?” he asked.
“Haha, very funny,” she said.
“Well, these are for my birthday, aren’t they? You didn’t buy yourself a birthday present. So technically I can bring anyone I want.”
Alessia didn’t know what to say. Because he has the driest sense of humor on earth, she had (and has) no idea whether or not he was serious.
When they finished dinner, and she dropped him off, he said, “Thanks again for the tickets; my dad is gonna love this game.”
Now Alessia has gone into super spy mode. She has already decided that if he honestly doesn’t bring it up again (aka he’s not taking her), then she’s re-printing the tickets and going to go to the stadium an hour early with someone else. When he gets there on time, his tickets will be void and he won’t be able to get in.
I, of course, joked with her and immediately brought up the Friends episode where Rachel tries to bring her crush, Joshua, to a basketball game and he misunderstands and thanks her for the two tickets his nephew would be sure to love. Later in the episode, Chandler has her practice saying, “I have an EXTRA ticket! EXTRA!”
This idiot has turned an unbelievably sweet and thoughtful gift into something my poor friend has to worry about for two full weeks. And you wonder why I hate men.
What would you do if you were Alessia?