It was the classiest restaurant in town. I was sure this was it. He even rented a tux. I got my sexy red number out of the closet and dusted it off. Spit-shined my red patent-leather stilettos, and dug out my favourite diamond necklace. The tux was enough, I thought, but when a limo pulled up at the curb and he got out and stood nonchalantly beside it, I called out to him, “Wait a minute, I forgot something!” and I went back into the kitchen, grabbed the box of lard and greased up my ring finger on my left hand.
I was so excited when I got out of the car! We were seated at the back of the restaurant in a quiet, romantic corner and he ordered champagne from the maitre d’ – he didn’t even wait for the waiter to come over. By this time I was almost pissing myself with excitement.
Then the salads came.
Then the entrees.
Then he ordered dessert for both of us. I thought, this is it. There’s got to be a ring in the jello. I toyed with it, with my spoon. I searched it… It’s clear for fuck sake! Surely if there was a diamond ring hiding in it, I’d be able to find it! But no.
So I started on his. But to hell with the spoon. I grabbed his bowl and began to pick up his jello with my fingers. Every cube that didn’t contain a ring got tossed over my shoulder. My anger was ringing in my ears so loud I could barely hear his cries of mortification. The maitre d’ came over and ushered us out (after collecting the money for the food).
Dejected, I got back in the limo. He didn’t sit beside me. He didn’t speak. At all. Not until we got back to my place, where he told me he never wanted to see me again. Which really pissed me off since I didn’t even get his number.
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