The idea of one more burger for lunch is making me just sick. When did hamburgers become the only lunch choice for people who work 9 to 5? Doesn’t anybody go out to a full service restaurant and just order a real meal and enjoy a proper lunch any more?
When I was a kid, my dad used to invite the family out to lunch with him a couple of times every month. It was always exciting to get dressed up pretty and go to his office. We were paraded around the building and introduced to new employees and expected to exchange pleasantries with the employees we already knew.
Then we went to a nice restaurant for a proper meal. We were given menus and allowed to choose whatever we wanted to order. The only catch was that we were expected to eat the whole thing, and if we couldn’t finish the meal, it was put in a box and taken home and that was our next dinner. That would not have meant as much to any of us if all we did was drive through a fast food joint and get a hamburger.
So Valentine’s Day came and went, just like my boyfriend. Ha ha. At least he got to make sure he got his rocks off that night. He sprang for a nice dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse – his favorite restaurant. I would have liked a different restaurant, but I wasn’t asked.
He bought me a big box of cheap chocolates that came in a big red cardboard box with red cellophane and cheap red bow glued on it. Big fucking deal. Don’t try to impress me with a huge box of cheap chocolates. Buy me a couple of the good chocolates in a small gold ballotin with a simple ribbon tied around it. That is how to impress me. A few expensive things trump a lot of cheap crap any day.
I ate a couple of the chocolates to demonstrate my gratitude. They are awful. I know its crazy to call any chocolate awful, but it is the truth. Once you’ve learned the difference between cheap chocolates and the gourmet level of chocolates, its impossible to go back. I’m probably going to throw the rest of this crap in the trash – unless any of you want them. I’m sick of them already but you can have them.