A long, long, not so long time ago, I was a hopeless romantic. This is long before I became the jaded, unromantic person I am today. I wanted to have a date that consisted of a picnic. I had it in my head that a picnic in a nice park would be wonderfully romantic and so the next guy who asked me out, I decided to surprise him with a picnic date. That guy turned out to be L.
L (that’s what we will call him) was a tall, older than me, gorgeous guy with long dreads and he was working on a math related or science related degree. I spent two days going over the foods and drinks we would have and I had the perfect basket to carry it all in (I love baskets!!!!).
The day of the date came, he picked me up and I proudly got in the car with my gorgeous basket of goodies. He asked what was in the basket and I replied that I thought we could have a picnic and so I had chicken sandwiches, cookies (three different types, a girl needs options), chocolate, milk (I have to have milk with my cookies)and sparking cider. Then he dropped the bomb = he doesn’t eat meat, he’s a vegetarian!
Disappointed, embarrassed and totally mortified I put my basket in the back seat and polietly said that we could do whatever he wanted to do instead. But for me, I was over him that second. Two hours later I made my excuses and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Once home, I threw away my dream picnic spread and never tried a picnic date ever again. Unromantic.