I recently went out on a first date with a woman who bore a striking resemblance to a late model Bette Midler. Not a "Beaches" Bette Midler, but a "Rochelle, Rochelle" version. I remembered her more as a slightly older "Blossom" when I initially met her, but I was at the tale end of 30 pack at that time.
I was a little surprised when I arrived at the swanky restaurant to meet her. As the lovely and talented actor Joey Lawrence would say -- WHOAH. I think I should point out at this time that she picked out the restaurant -- which was significantly overpriced and about 1/2 a mile from her house. I, on the other hand, had to travel over an hour to get to this place.
I'm far from cheap, but is there any conceivable reason why a martini should cost $12? We were on the North Shore, not Midtown Manhattan. Can't the government step in and do something about this?
Nine martinis and several appetizers later, the $160 bill arrives. She looked at the bill and offered nothing but a smile. Now, I would not have allowed her to pay for even small portion of the bill, but at least humor me. Give me a half hearted offer or a slight reach towards the purse.
Several drinks later at another establishment, she asked if I wanted to spend the evening at her place -- b/c it was not a good idea for me to drive for an hour after 8 martinis. I accepted said offer and retreated to her house. Long story short, she rubbed the baby until he spit up. I appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't worth $200.
And that my friends is one to grow on.
