Family Ties
Several years ago, I met a nice Indian guy online and he invited me out to play pool. During our date the conversation was a little awkward, but we covered all the basic first date stuff. I went to the ladies room and when I came back he had already paid the check. I thought maybe I had said something wrong, but when we finished our drinks he asked me to go somewhere else to get dessert. In the cab ride he revealed that he was an accident lawyer and became really pushy with the Indian cabbie, trying to give him his business card and speaking with a forced Indian accent. I thought it was a little odd, but far be it for me to prevent him from seeking business.
He then made a phone call on his cell, asking for “Joe” to make us two desserts. I joked that I guessed he knew the owners of the restaurant, but he was vague in response. As we walk in the entrance of the restaurant, his entire family (aunts, uncles, small children and parents) had formed a reception line and I had to meet and greet every one of them before we got in the door. I didn’t even know his last name yet! Needless to say, I booked it out of there at the first opportunity.
