So I’ve had a date with out of town baller let’s call him Brooklyn. We have been chitchatting on the phone for a few days now and decide to finally meet for Dinner. Since he said money was no object I opted for one of my favorite wine places, Vinoteca. I was running late but kept texting him to let him know. I was about 10 minutes late due to metro issues. His response was “okay, see you there” what he didn’t say is that he was also running late. By the time I got there he still wasn’t there. He showed about 15 minutes later. When he arrived he smelled like weed. I was pissed. How old are we that you can walk outside smelling like that? The waiter handed him the menu and he was mispronouncing most of the items on the wine list. Once he got a good look at the prices he said we should have come to Happy Hour… I thought money wasn’t a problem but I digress.
The waiter came over and made a suggestion and without looking at the price he said okay. I was just hoping that he had the money to pay for it so I asked if he saw the price. He said he’s got it and I sat back. It was like pulling teeth to have a conversation with him so I stopped trying and just people watched as he made random comments about the pedestrians. He drank most of the wine and inhaled his food. He was clearly tipsy by the time the bill came. He handed over his credit card and guess what… his card was declined. He handed over another one that too was DENIED. He tried to excuse himself so he could make a phone call and I told him no need. I was going to the bathroom. I walked over to the waiter gave him money for my portion of the bill and tip and walked out. He texted me the next day saying that I should of paid for both or our meals. I didn’t respond back. For what? He told me money wasn’t a problem. I’m clearly leery of my Local Baller date…
msFierce
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