Everyone's had bad dates. In honor of Valentine's Day, I have a question to ask you.
What was the worst date you have ever been on?
My answer: When I was in my twenties there was a "gentleman" who insisted on taking me to a fine restaurant. I had been anticipating the date for awhile, as I imaginied I would enjoy his company and the food. I normally didn't go to such a place because I couldn't afford it.
As we were given menus, James looked at me and blurted out, "I hope you don't mind that I am not going to get you anything tonight. You're going to have to buy it yourself. I just saw my nephew a few hours ago and spent the money on him instead.
I was flabbergasted. If this were me, I wouldn't have done such a thing. I would have at least shared half of the food on my plate with the other person. But he wouldn't budge and give me anything to eat. I didn't have much money so I ordered a salad.
About a week later, Jim and I were at a get together of friends. He walked up to me. "We should get married," he said calmly. "You are Catholic, I am Catholic. You are traditional, and so am I. We both want to homeschool. Yes, it would be a good idea, We should get married. After all, we do have the same values in life."
Since when is denying somebody food a value???