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It’s true that men are from some other planet. They just don’t simply understand us!
The other day I had a blind date and I met this guy (yes guy or perhaps brute would be more appropriate) for the very first time. He invited me to dinner at a high-class Italian restaurant and I turned in with a blazing red Armani shoulder-less evening gown, Dior high heels and a Fendi small clutchbag with a simple pearl necklace to complete the magical effect. Not once, even once, did this pot-bellied bald beast say how stunning I looked. He just saw me, smiled, and raised his eyebrows, which I thought was in appreciation, but later came to find out that was his stupid habit.
While ordering champagne and caviar, he smiled and raised his eyebrows at the waiter. He seemed to be the controlling type and did not bother to let me order. Oh! how I abhor caviar. It fattens my waist and an ugly fold appears. I just had the champagne and said it was more romantic to have it alone. He smiled one of those big, satisfied smiles thinking his date was going the perfect way. Then he goes on jabbering about his business, how he did this and did that, and yada, yada, yada. I kept on nodding my head as if I understood all his business deals and sharp maneuvers to gain entry into new markets, while I downed a few more glasses.
Then I subtly dropped a hint and said, “That woman over there is wearing a nice gown”. You won’t believe what this monster said! He said, “Yes, she is the most well-dressed and attractive woman here.” Can you imagine how angry I was! Could he not see me, the gorgeous, tender, affectionate, and beautiful woman in front of him? I thought perhaps he was of the honest type, who honestly says what he feels. But then praising another woman’s dress or for that matter any other woman, when I was in front of him, is nothing short of a crime. Actually, it’s a sacrilege!
I took my hand and played around with the pearls that hung around my delicately powdered and scented long neck and he says, “Do you know how many oysters were killed to obtain those pearls?” Ah! an environmentalist, a lover of nature. Well, at least the creature noticed my necklace. I gently took my hand and adjusted the gown at the armpit, hoping that he would see my gown. The sex-maniac just looked at my curves and a sly smile crossed his lips, as if thinking I was some sensational and submissive seductress. The animal simply could not see my gown!
Then came the best part. This self-conceited, pompous, super rich show-off calls the waiter and tells him that the bill was on him for the whole house! The waiter in turn announces that Mr. so and so, the director of so and so company was generously offering tonight’s treat. Then he gets up and holds up his champagne glass in a dramatic gesture amid loud applause. Ugh! What was he trying to prove? That he was not only rich but generous? How could he waste so much money? And that also on others? If he had to spend, if he had to be generous, then he had to spend only on me, he had to show his generosity only to me. No wonder men simply fail to understand us!
Tags: high-class restaurant, magical effect
While ordering champagne and caviar, he smiled and raised his eyebrows at the waiter. He seemed to be the controlling type and did not bother to let me order. Oh! how I abhor caviar. It fattens my waist and an ugly fold appears. I just had the champagne and said it was more romantic to have it alone. He smiled one of those big, satisfied smiles thinking his date was going the perfect way. Then he goes on jabbering about his business, how he did this and did that, and yada, yada, yada. I kept on nodding my head as if I understood all his business deals and sharp maneuvers to gain entry into new markets, while I downed a few more glasses.
Then I subtly dropped a hint and said, “That woman over there is wearing a nice gown”. You won’t believe what this monster said! He said, “Yes, she is the most well-dressed and attractive woman here.” Can you imagine how angry I was! Could he not see me, the gorgeous, tender, affectionate, and beautiful woman in front of him? I thought perhaps he was of the honest type, who honestly says what he feels. But then praising another woman’s dress or for that matter any other woman, when I was in front of him, is nothing short of a crime. Actually, it’s a sacrilege!
I took my hand and played around with the pearls that hung around my delicately powdered and scented long neck and he says, “Do you know how many oysters were killed to obtain those pearls?” Ah! an environmentalist, a lover of nature. Well, at least the creature noticed my necklace. I gently took my hand and adjusted the gown at the armpit, hoping that he would see my gown. The sex-maniac just looked at my curves and a sly smile crossed his lips, as if thinking I was some sensational and submissive seductress. The animal simply could not see my gown!
Then came the best part. This self-conceited, pompous, super rich show-off calls the waiter and tells him that the bill was on him for the whole house! The waiter in turn announces that Mr. so and so, the director of so and so company was generously offering tonight’s treat. Then he gets up and holds up his champagne glass in a dramatic gesture amid loud applause. Ugh! What was he trying to prove? That he was not only rich but generous? How could he waste so much money? And that also on others? If he had to spend, if he had to be generous, then he had to spend only on me, he had to show his generosity only to me. No wonder men simply fail to understand us!
Tags: high-class restaurant, magical effect