Whining and Dining

I attended a formal event with a man who I had known casually for long time. I wore a very conservative evening gown with a black floor length skirt and black pumps. My hair was plain, makeup was minimal and the only earrings I had on were lovely pearl studs. But he was very judgmental and insinuated that I was dressed inappropriately. As soon as we sat down, my date brought me one glass of wine, and then would only “allow” me coffee after that even though I asked for more wine. He counsels people with substance abuse problems and prided himself on never having been drunk in his life, which only made me want to drink more. I managed to get another wine and gulp it when I got away from him.

He only danced once with me and griped about that because he said the song they were playing was bad luck for him since they had played it at both of his weddings and he ended up divorced. I told him we were safe because there was no chance of us getting married. Later, he leaned across the table and told me that my “girls were hanging out too much.” I excused myself, went into the ladies room to check and was not showing anything.  More wine was consumed in private. He proceeded to pout the rest of the night and sat there with a depressed look on his face. Finally, he asked if he could take me home because he had a long drive. I was only too happy to leave. The only smile I saw on his face all night was when the valet brought him his car and complimented him on his vintage Jaguar.