Pricing it Spicy
After a few drinks with a co-worker at a pizza joint and numerous games of pool, I decided to give my number to a guy we were playing against. I’ll call him “Steve.” I’d just broken up with someone and wanted to make my first foray back into the dating world.
The next day he called me up to gush about how much fun he had and how he was excited to take me out. We made plans to go for dinner later in the week. He left it up to me to pick the place. I asked if he liked ethnic food and after being assured that he did, I chose a little Thai place with great reviews.
We decided to meet and take the bus together to the restaurant. Steve didn’t drive. It was -25F. I grabbed a cab and told Steve to jump in at our designated meeting place. He made a feeble attempt to pay for it when we got to the restaurant. Needless to say, I was the one shelled out the cash.
After we took our seats, the waiter asked if we would like drinks. As I scanned the wine list, Steve said “Uh, uh well water’s fine with ME.” I was peeved and felt like I had to get water too. Steve then went over the prices on the menu and told me he really wasn’t “that hungry.” He also didn’t like anything too spicy, which was tough since we were in a Thai restaurant.
When the bill came (no coffee or dessert), it sat there for 20 minutes until I picked it up and asked if he’d like to split it. He jumped on the offer stating: “Yah, yah, if that’s what you wanna do!” I paid my half AND left the tip.
I called two cabs and made an excuse that I had other plans nearby. We walked out and a cab pulled up and Steve jumped in. I was left standing downtown in the freezing weather alone. When I didn’t return his texts or calls after that lovely evening, Steve got mad and texted that I “was no prize anyways.”
