18. Between Bites
I took a girl once to my favorite Mexican restaurant.
She proceeded to pretty much give me a rundown of her past 5 boyfriends, why the relationship failed, how each was in bed, what they all did for a living, and where they all took her for vacations. My eyes started to cross, and my blood was starting to boil. I was relegated to “un huh’s” and “wow, that guy is *sshole” responses. She seemed very disinterested in anything I had to say, and I was f*cking done.
As I was about to get up and walk out, the waiter brought my fajitas. So you know what…I just rolled with it. Started asking questions about her ex-boyfriends. All the while, I was stuffing my face with tasty tasty fajitas. Honestly, most of the dudes sounded like pretty good guys, but I put on a brave face and sh*t-talked them in between bites.
Once I was full, I got up, said I needed to go to the bathroom, paid for my half of the meal at the register, and just left. She was busy texting someone and didn’t even notice.
On my way home, she texted me and asked me where I was. Told her that I left and that maybe she should ask one of her ex-boyfriends to come and pick her up since she spent the last 45 minutes doing nothing but talking about them.
Got a couple of f*ck you’s, you’re *sshole texts on the drive home…but it’s been radio silent ever since.