Hungry

The week passed quickly. Unfortunately the last 24 hours felt little more than three microseconds. Every Saturday afternoon I sit and think. About lying on our backs under Jez's white blanket as I pointed out that it had a nifty leaf pattern that can't be seen from the outside. About curling up on the couch to watch a 6-year-old Jez stumbling around at the ice rink. About his grin that never changed in 14 years. I have to stop talking or I'll start gushing. Gush gush gush. It's too late.

I'll be fine. Just give me a second. A minute. An hour.

I feel a little queasy. It's probably the heat.

Was talking about dinner etiquette with Mike. Mike went out to dinner with a female colleague last week. When they reached the register after the meal he took out a $5 note. Apparently it was misplaced inside his wad of $50s but neither the girl nor I believed him. Do you believe him? Didn't think so.

Should meals be split 50/50 from the beginning? Or should the man show some chivalry until he's within his comfort zone to be a little miserly? Should the higher earner pay?

I remember when Jez was all crazy-smitten with me during the first couple of months he used to ninja the bill when I was in the bathroom. I so could have taken advantage of this. Babe, I'm going to the toilet. I'll be gone for awhile. You've got plenty of time to do what you need to do.

The opportunity is definitely months past its expiry date. I can't imagine someone who makes a point of placing my hand on his butt before farting fighting to pay for dinner. I'd probably come back from the toilet to find him buried up to his nose in the DS. Go go Alph, magnum! Take that bitches ... Oh good, you're back. Get the bill while I level up, will you? Thanks baby, you're the best.

We don't have a system. I'm guessing it's roughly 50/50. Sometimes Jez accepts my half of the bill like a civil person. Sometimes he stubbornly pays the whole lot. Sometimes he half-arsedly offers, then steps aside and lets me at it before I even open my mouth to argue.

On the other hand, there have been plenty of occasions when I go to dinner with him knowing that only a lonely 50 cent piece lies in my wallet. Sometimes we plan to order pizza from his house and I "forget" to visit the ATM beforehand. Once it backfired on us when we both pulled the same stunt at an EFTPOS-free restaurant.

Last night's dinner was at Georges Cafe. The bill was nothing unexpected, but I still grumbled a little as I handed over my keycard. Then on our way back to the car Jez hugged me and said "thanks for dinner". Fifty bucks, what fifty bucks? :)

a n n i e says (10:45 PM):
i stay over at jez's every friday night
a n n i e says (10:45 PM):
then i come home on saturday afternoon
a n n i e says (10:45 PM):
then i'm all tired out
marty says (10:46 PM):
man, do u guys play like board games all nite or sumfin?
a n n i e says (10:46 PM):
of course. what else is there to do?!