The other night, my family and I were having dinner at our local Carrabba’s. My parents had never eaten there before so I thought the place would be perfect for my mom’s birthday dinner. We had a wonderful meal – when have I not had a wonderful meal at Carrabba’s – and when we were finished, the waiter came to grab our plates. He asked how our meal was and my dad said…and I quote “I have two things to say. One, my daughter is available and two the food was great.” I’m sorry, what?! I was mortified. The waiter laughed and then, instead of telling my dad he was happily married, which is what I was secretly hoping for since he was nice, but not my type, he goes along with it (I thought for perhaps a larger tip). The waiter then asks me how old I am and I tell him. He states, “Well, I’m 28…a little older than you (hmm, we’re dealing with a genius here) but maybe we could work something out.” At about this time, my brother is about to pee his pants laughing. I’m just sitting there stunned, not sure what I should do or say. The waiter comes back with our checks and turns to me and say, “I left my number on the check. Give me a call sometime.” I could have killed my father.
Once we got home, I had a decision to make. I could write the entire thing off as a bad dinner (something I’ve never had at Carrabba’s☹), or I could be nice. So I foolishly decided to text him to apologize for my dad’s behavior. We chatted back and forth through texting that night, but he started getting weird…Some texts I received that night: “Who is Kate? Tell me who you think you are”, “Did you see how I switched between first and third person in my text?”, “Do you get offended when I don’t text in proper English?” These are not taken out of context. I fell asleep after about 30 odd questions and the next morning received another text asking what I was doing. Now, I thought to myself, okay, maybe he wants to have lunch or something – it’s a Sunday. Nope, instead I get, “Why don’t you venture down to Atlantic City for the day and hang out in the room with me. I’m watching football.” For those of you who don’t know me or where I’m from, AC is a good hour and half away from me (and it was pouring down rain this day as well), and I don’t usually (ever!) go to strange hotel rooms where people I don’t know reside (he’s from my area…why was he in a hotel room for the day?) and “watch football.” Suffice to say, Carrabba’s waiter and I never ended up hanging out. I promptly told him to have a good holiday and he didn’t contact me after that. Doesn’t anyone have coffee dates anymore…or social skills? I miss the good old days of 13 when you went to the mall together and held hands. Dad’s days of playing matchmaker are officially over.
Hope your love life prospers this holiday season <3
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