He Said, She Said: Dinner Dates

Weekend One:

He : Where would you like to go to dinner?

She : I don’t care, wherever you want.

He : Well, what are you hungry for?

She : I don’t know, what are you hungry for?

He : I asked you first.

She : I asked you second.

He : For once, I wish you would just make a suggestion! I hate having to make the dinner decisions all the time.

She : Okay, how about Joe Bob’s?

He : No, not there. I don’t like their menu.

She : Okay, how about Mercy Diner?

He : No, not there. It’s too stuffy. And the walls are yellow.

She : Well then, how about Fat Fanny’s?

He : I hate that place and they’re too expensive. Let’s go to Slim’s Subs.

She : Fine.

Weekend Two:

He: What do you want to do for dinner?

She : I don’t care, whatever you want.

He : Well, what are you hungry for?

She : I don’t know, how about Italian?

He : No, we had Italian last week.

She : Chinese?

He : No, I’m not in the mood for Chinese.

She : Okay then, how about Hamburger Heaven?

He : I’m tired of hamburgers. Let’s go to Sushi Fishsticks!

She : Fine.

Weekend Three:

He : What do you want for dinner?

She : I don’t know, whatever you want.

He : Well, what are you hungry for?

She : I don’t know, what are you hungry for?

He : Why don’t you ever just say where you want to go? Why do I always have to be the one to decide?

She : (Pulls a nail file out of her purse and uses it to pierce her own throat, severing her carotid artery and dying a slow, agonizing death. With a smile on her face.)

Weekend Four:

He: What do you want to do about dinner? Honey? Hello? Honey!?!

(Pause)

Dammit, why do I always have to be the one to pick the restaurant??