6/27/2014

Shops 'n Hops

Story Sent in by Andrew:

I had plans to take Sherrie to dinner and then to a local brewery, where she had expressed an interest to go. Dinner went well and once we were ready to head out, I asked her, "Ready to hit the brewery?"

She looked at me like I had spat in her face. She said, "The brewery? What the hell are you talking about? You told me you were going to take me shopping."

For the record, I never once told her I'd take her shopping. Partly because shopping struck me as a stupid thing to do on a date, but mostly because I know for a fact that I never suggested it as an option. The plan was to go to a brewery. It was always to go to a brewery. Shopping wasn't in the cards. Period.

"I don't think I said that," I gently reminded her, "You wanted to go to the brewery."

"Never!" she shouted with a bit too much gusto, "We're going shopping! You said it yourself! We're going to the Farmington Outlets and we're going shopping. That's what you said. That's what you said. I swear to God, that's what you said."

"Tell you what," I said, "I'm going to the brewery like we originally planned. Come with if you want to."

Of course she came with me, but she made no secret of being upset. The entire time we were sampling beers, she made a face and said, "This beer sucks," or "We should be shopping now," or "I hate beer."

Finally I said, "Let's compromise: want to go shopping for beer?"

She said, "I'd rather shop for stuff that I'm interested in. Not just you. Why does it always have to be about you? You're very selfish. Beer beer beer. That's all you ever think about."

I said, "You can go if you want to."

She leaped off her seat and said, "Thank you. Finally," then left without a glance back. I'm not sure why she needed my "permission" to leave in the first place, if she was having such a terrible time not drinking beer and not shopping.

3 comments:

  1. I think she got the OP mixed up with one of the other guys she was talking to - one who'd promised her a shopping trip.

    Either that, or she turned into a brat because she ended up not liking the way the OP looked, so thought "well if I can get a shopping spree out of this, it won't be a total bust.".

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