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I was out to dinner on my date with Tracy. She had already finished one and a half diet sodas before I was done with my first glass of water, and well before our main courses were served. In the middle of our conversation, she picked up the liquor menu and scanned it, then asked me, "Do you have a favorite type?"
"Burgundy," I replied.
When the waiter came by to refill my water, Tracy ordered a bottle of Chardonnay. After the waiter left, she said to me, "I'm just in one of those Chardonnay moods, you know."
The bottle arrived and the waiter poured two glasses. Tracy downed hers pretty quickly, but I let mine sit. "What's the matter?" she asked, "You don't like Chardonnay?"
"Not really," I replied.
Tracy then beckoned across the table to my filled glass. I slid it over to her. She poured its contents back into the bottle and shook the bottle up a bit. She said, "I don't think we can return it, now. It's been open and I've had some, already."
"Enjoy it," I said, and I meant it, even though she never even asked me if I liked Chardonnay before ordering a bottle.
"Wow," she said, "You must be really bitter about this, huh?"
"It's just Chardonnay. It's really not a big deal."
"Are you even listening to me? I can see you trembling with rage from here."
I frowned at her. "Excuse me. I'm not trembling, and I'm not in any rage. I'm surprised that you didn't ask me if I liked Chardonnay before ordering it, but I don't think you meant any harm by it."
"I knew it," she said, "You're furious. It's not worth it. It's just Chardonnay!"
"Okay," I agreed, "It's just Chardonnay. It's not a big deal."
"You're lying!" She leaned back and gave a heavy sigh. "I can't believe this."
Our food arrived. The waiter left. Just before I dug in, I said, "I'm not lying."
The next five minutes, we ate in complete silence. Hoping to salvage what little hope I had for a pleasant evening, I extended what I thought was an olive branch and asked, "Could I try some of the Chardonnay?"
She moved the bottle off the table and sat it next to herself. I then said, "If I'm paying for it, then I'd like to have some."
She said, "I'm paying for it. I'm paying for everything. Seems to be the only way to defuse your attitude."
I went through her logic in my head, understood that it made no sense at all, then offered, "You don't have to pay for everything. Just let me have some Chardonnay, is all I ask."
She replied, "I'd rather pay for everything than let you drink a drop."
I was content to let her win that one. Returning to my free dinner, I looked forward to returning home after the date. No matter what I'd be up to (sleep, reading, etc.), it was guaranteed to be better than where I was.
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