Chicago with a Side of Whopper and Fries
My first mistake was allowing my parents to set me up on a blind date. The guy picked me up and informed me that we were going to a Chicago concert. I was not that keen on the band but it was a free concert and we had great seats.
It turned out to be a total bust. My boy sat there not clapping, not singing (who doesn’t know the words to Hard to Say to I’m Sorry?) and definitely not moving, never mind swaying or dancing.
On the way home, he told me he wanted to grab food and drove up to a Burger King drive-thru. At this point, I was shocked to silence. He ordered his food and then casually asked me if I was hungry. I told him I was “fine.” After getting his meal, he drove to his house, got out of the car and made his way inside. I had no choice but to follow him.
He finally wolfed down the Whopper and fries and offered to take me home if I wanted him to. Um yeah! At my front door, he asked me if I wanted to go out again next weekend. I told him no, I didn’t want to ever go out with him again.
I heard through the grapevine that he’s now married. I wonder how often he and the wife eat at Burger King…
