So I reconnected with a guy that I met about a year prior at a friend’s party…He found me on a social media site and we began to catch up over the next couple of weeks. We’ll call him the Chef.
Chef called me on a Monday offering to make me dinner on Friday of that week [YESSSSS! #WINNING]. I was totally gushing on the inside because 1) I absolutely LOVE a man in the kitchen and 2) I appreciate a man who takes the initiative to prepare a home cooked meal. So, it was a date…Friday at 7pm.
He told me he would be making steak and shrimp and asked what I like to have on my steak. I let him know that it had to be A-1 Steak Sauce….no Heinz 57, no Worcestershire sauce (or whatever the heck it’s called), it has to be A-1 STEAK SAUCE. [Yes, it’s really that serious].
Friday arrived and I was really looking forward to my dinner date; however at around 6pm, the Chef shot me a text asking to push our date back to 8:30pm. I’m thinking to myself “S**t! I’m hungry as hell”, but I decided to suck it up and told him that 8:30pm was fine [trying to be a team player…ya dig?].
The Magic Moment
8:30pm arrived! I was dressed to the nines, hair was looking good, and my subtle makeup was on point. I started to park my car outside of the Chef’s house when my phone began to ring. Who was it? The Chef, of course, and he said “I just got home, I have to clean up, I need to take a shower, and I haven’t started cooking yet.” [WHAAAAAAT! *starts seeing red*]
Me: *takes deep breath* Are you serious? We should just hook up some other time because I’m not hungry now, but RIGHT NOW.
Him: Why you acting like that? I didn’t think you’d be on time. How about you go down the street and pick up a snack?
[A SNACK? A SNACK? GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE!]
At that point, I was trying to maintain my composure because I didn’t want this guy to meet my wrath [note: please don’t mess with a woman while she’s hungry]. I told him I wasn’t going to pick up anything and that I was going home. He begged me not to leave and tried to sweeten the deal by saying he would go and grab me some food at a nearby restaurant. I took a second to breathe again, calmed myself down, and decided to stay.
I anxiously waited for Chef to return with my food because I was beyond starving. When he returned, I started to devour the food immediately, but paused for a moment after having realized that he didn’t buy himself any food from the restaurant.[Ummmmm are we supposed to split this because I’m going to eat the whole thing? i.e. I’m not sharing] I asked him why he didn’t get himself any food and his response was that he was going to cook as planned. [Jesus Christ! That ship has sailed. Dinner was supposed to be ready an hour ago. Just give it up already!]
By this time, it was about 9:30pm and, to my chagrin, Chef was DETERMINED to cook. To make matters worse, he also decided to clean and do laundry completely forgetting/neglecting to entertain his guest [ME! Why did you invite me here?]. He even had the nerve to tell me to watch Netflix on his computer to entertain myself while he was doing his chores. [EXCUSE ME! I did not get all dolled up to sit in front of a computer.]
THIS DATE IS OVER!
The date was an absolute disaster, but I stuck around because I wanted to see how this meal was going to turn out. It took this fool 3+ hours to make baked steak and shrimp…STEAK AND SHRIMP! [it doesn’t take that damn long to make steak and shrimp!] I even offered to help him in the kitchen [yes, I know how to cook], but nope he wasn’t having it.
He plated the well well done steak and rubber shrimp and motioned for me to give it a taste. I asked him to pass me the A-1 steak sauce and, just when I thought the night couldn’t get any worse, Chef handed me a bottle of GENERIC, grocery store brand steak sauce! [I. Just. Can’t!] I wanted to throw him and that off-brand steak sauce out of the window. How dare he think this was acceptable behavior. NOTHING and I mean NOTHING replaces A-1 steak sauce! Who does that?
I never officially got a plate of food, but did manage to sample some of his underwhelming cuisine. The steak had a nice flavor, but everything was overcooked. I blame myself for not cancelling as soon as I learned that nothing was prepared, but I was trying to be nice. [Stupid me!]
The sad thing is, I tried to give this guy the benefit of the doubt by having a discussion with him a few days later explaining that I would have appreciated him being more organized and paying a little more attention to his date instead of being hours behind and preoccupied with housework during our time together. However, he decided to raise his voice and told me that I was bringing unnecessary drama. He also said I was ungrateful, spoiled, and put too much pressure on him. So now it’s somehow my fault that his plan (something that he volunteered to do) didn’t come to fruition. Interesting.
Sincerely,
F*ck You and that Generic Steak Sauce
How would you have handled this situation? Would you have continued the date? Would you give him a second chance?
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