Tampons are expensive - a date to remember
As an in dependent woman (Hear me roar), I believe in
equality whole-heartedly. I am 100% down to go Dutch on a date…even been known
to fork out for the whole thing on occasion.
However here is where I contradict myself. When going on the first couple of dates I
would appreciate a man to offer to pay.
My justifications for this are as
follows:
1. This face full of make up did not come cheap and we would
not be going on a date with me without it.
2. This effortless hairstyle… it wasn’t effortless and took
time and money to perfect.
3. I have a period, tampons aren’t cheap.
4. I will be the one to give birth and get fat/fatter in the
process.
5. In conclusion, over the years I have spent a lot more
money on beauty, clothing, and criticizing myself – give me a break and buy me
a bloody drink.
Soo after going on an initial date with this guy and it
being a success, a second date was on the cards. Excited at the prospect I put
the feelers out for what could possibly be our activity of choice! The cinema was
his choice, not the best suggestion but he’d thought of it so why not!
I picked him up (yes I picked him up) early with he
expectation of going for drinks first. The reality, he suggested we go Tescos
to pick up some snacks. Now usually I am one to sneak as much food as possible
into a cinema but on dates I feel like there is boundaries. I grabbed my food,
a modest popcorn, bottle of pop and some sweets – I didn’t want to go too wild
as he would be paying as I drove, surely. We got to the tills and he walked off
on his own as I stood there with my items, frozen for a second and then
scurried off to a self service check out. Was I on a date or some kind of
friend zoning activity? Surely not?
Heading back to the car he chirped up.
“We are still half hour early for the cinema, what you want
to do?”
“Urm, how about we go for a drink??”
“Urm, how about we sit in your car until we are ready to go
in?”
“Urmmmm”
“?”
“okay??”
Plodding back over to the car I felt bewildered. WTF had I
done? What was this? Am I even on a date??
Sitting in the car we chatted and I actually enjoyed myself.
This had to be a date, just not a very romantic one, or perhaps a hipster date
that I just wasn’t used to?
Eventually the time to go in came and we walked back to the
cinema to grab our tickets.
“Two tickets” the sweet old lady said at the front desk asked.
“Yeah, but we are paying separately” he responded.
I stared in shock. Actually quite angry at this point (don’t
ask a girl on a date to the cinema if you are not going to attempt to purchase
anything…girls don’t like it). I reluctantly paid the woman and walked away
with him. Confused I followed him into the cinema and to our seats. I sat there
miserable for a film that seemed to be on for forever, with him occasionally
tapping me on the shoulder to show me his beard with MY popcorn in it. Ha.....ha.
We walked back to the car in silence, we drove back to his
occasionally speaking, but mainly for directions, we parked up outside his
house. Silence.
“So that was an great film”
“Yeah”
“I would kiss you but I’m ill and I don’t want you to get
anything”
“Yeah, shame, k well bye”
He exited. I sat there for a minute trying to recall what
had just happened. Leaning into the back I reached for my phone to call my best
friend for advice.
BEEEEEEEEEP
OH FOR FUCK SAKE. To top off the evening I’d leant against
the horn right outside his house. As I sped off into the distance I thought,
what a fucking tit.
Don’t date artists with no money unless you want to pay for
everything.
Yes I did go on a 3rd date with him and a 4th, 5th....
