As some of you are well aware, I spent the past weekend in New Jersey camping with my girlfriend, her mom, and her younger sister. The first night there we all went out to dinner together and a situation started to unfold that was eerily similar to one that occurred with my ex.
A little over two years ago, I was in the throes of a three year relationship with a woman-child. (We both called each other immature at times, the difference being I was immature in an endearing plays-with-legos-way whereas she was immature in a debilitating drinks-on-weeknights-and-makes-awful-financial-decisions-way.) We went out to dinner with her parents and siblings, I believe, as part of going away festivities for her impending trip to college. The venue was Texas Roadhouse, and the prize was prime rib. There was one small problem, Texas Roadhouse didn't have prime rib that evening.
Solution? Order something else? Come back later? Whine and pout and do everything short of crying like a little bitch, not only for tne entirety of dinner, but for the rest of the evening? I probably don't have to tell you which one she chose.
Fast forward two and a half years and the girl is different (better), the venue is different, and the prize is rack of lamb. The problem is quite similar, no rack of lamb on the menu. I watched the girlfriend with some curiosity to see how she handled the situation. She was kind of bummed out, but pretty quickly resigned herself to ordering something else. As luck would have it, the restaurant (under new ownership), did offer lamb, they just hadn't gotten around to putting it on the menu yet, so the girlfriend got her feast after all. I had some and it was delicious. The cuter the animal, the better it tastes.
Ex's Birthday - 10/16
Current's Birthday - 7/24, same year.
What a difference...