Veggie Tales

It was the first date with someone I met online. He picked me up for dinner and a movie in his super clean Toyota Prius. When we got to dinner, I asked him what he was going to order and he told me that there were no real options for him. I was a little confused, but then I realized he was a vegetarian. I should mention I’m not just a meat eater, I’m a meat lover. So this was interesting.
“Does it bother you when others eat meat?” I asked.
“Yeah, it does sometimes,” he said. That didn’t really sit well.
When the bill came, I did the common courtesy of offering some cash and he took it. To my surprise, he asked me on a second date. I was a little hesitant, but accepted. We met up at his place and went out for drinks. Conversation turned back to the vegetarian topic. I asked him some questions on why he was one, but he just said “for the animals.” I found it weird that he couldn’t really explain why, though he was so strong in his belief.
“So you occasionally smoke, which isn’t very good for you. I’m surprised you don’t care as much about yourself as you do the animals?” I said.
Bad idea. He then laid his head on the table (not kidding), looked up and told me that I “don’t have a clue” and I’m “just like everyone else.” When the bill came he asked for $10 for my two beers. I thought for sure we were both on the same page and knew that was the end of us. When we got back to his house, I was planning on jumping out of his car, but he asked if he could get a kiss. I couldn’t believe it.


