Down at the Boardwalk

Submitted by Angel:

Paul and I met up at a local beach with a boardwalk. He ordered two ham sandwiches for us from a vendor, but I cut in quick to tell him that I was vegetarian.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, you're one of those."

I smiled, as I wanted to assume that he was kidding. He turned back to the vendor and said, "One ham one," he pointed at me, "What the fuck do you want?"

Everyone's allowed one major slip-up on a date with me. One.

We sat down to eat our sandwiches and Paul regaled me with tales of the women he'd slept with. He asked me about what I did and what my interests were, but he didn't seem to care much about the answers, as if he was merely satisfying a question quota.

Once we were done with lunch, he asked me if I wanted to head out from the beach to go visit his cousin. I asked him what his cousin did and he said, "You ask a lot of questions. You coming or not?"

I told him that I wasn't sure if I wanted to go unless he gave me a few more details.

In a loud, slow voice, the same one that Americans use to speak to foreigners abroad, he said, "Do you want to go to my cousin's? That's all you're getting."

I told him that I wasn't interested, and he snorted, then walked away. I'm so pleased that he made it easy for both of us.