It all seems like a dream.....
I wish my bf would just do what I tell him to. It would make stuff a lot easier. Anyway, we went to a new mexican restaurant this weekend and from the minute we walked in I felt completely uncomfortable. All the chairs and tables were made of iron. The floor was tile. The whole place was just 'hard'. Their only smoking section was at the bar with big high bar tables and big high hard iron stools. eewww. I started to breathe heavier but I was gonna make it. Then I realized that there was no table in that area that would allow both of us to watch tv. All of it was just bad building and space planning to me. So, I pick a table and realize that Jason wants to watch football. So I try to go to another hard table and then I realize that he'll be able to watch tv and I wont which suxs. He'll be glued to the tv screen and I'll have to sit and stare at him or stare at the hard, cold restaurant. So, I've got Jason over here...I'm like "Jason, I dont like this place" "I dont want to sit anywhere"
and then he keeps saying "So, what do you want to do?" over and over and over. And finally, I broke. I threw my menu down and yelled "I DONT WANT TO EAT HERE!" I think I scared him. And if he starts saying I stomped my feet, he's completely lying. I know he saw a really strange side of me, but it just goes to show how the little things can affect people emotionally. Well, it didnt help that I hadn't eaten all day and I was PMSing..prolly the primary culprit. ANyway, Jason was REAL nice to me for the rest of the night which I appreciated. He really understands me sometimes even tho he acts like he's clueless. K, so, we went to a more familar restaurant and had a great time. We sat outside and had a couple of drinks and ate way too much. I told Jason I didnt ever want to go back to that other place. He said not to worry. He'd never go again either b/c he'd be too embarressed to show his face in there again. Which is okay by me....
and then he keeps saying "So, what do you want to do?" over and over and over. And finally, I broke. I threw my menu down and yelled "I DONT WANT TO EAT HERE!" I think I scared him. And if he starts saying I stomped my feet, he's completely lying. I know he saw a really strange side of me, but it just goes to show how the little things can affect people emotionally. Well, it didnt help that I hadn't eaten all day and I was PMSing..prolly the primary culprit. ANyway, Jason was REAL nice to me for the rest of the night which I appreciated. He really understands me sometimes even tho he acts like he's clueless. K, so, we went to a more familar restaurant and had a great time. We sat outside and had a couple of drinks and ate way too much. I told Jason I didnt ever want to go back to that other place. He said not to worry. He'd never go again either b/c he'd be too embarressed to show his face in there again. Which is okay by me....