After our 610 Clematis Holiday party last night Eli and I decided to head down to City Place for a drink. Hey, it was still early and for the most part we were the only ones at the holiday thing under 40 so we took off around 8.

First we went to Taverna Opa so he could ogle the bartender. Sat there for a couple beers and then walked over to Blue Martini for a change of scenery.

After our first beer a couple of girls came up and sat down at our table. Not ugly by any means but not 10′s either. We entertained them for a minute or two then they asked us if we’d join them for dinner at Ruth’s Chris. I said I wouldn’t mind getting a quick bite but doubtfully a full dinner. The conversaton kept going and Eli were closing out our tabs when I asked the seemingly obvious question:

So, do you expect me to pay for your dinner?

The answer was “…of course, isn’t that how it works?”

….No, it’s not how it works. You don’t sit down and invite someone to dinner and expect them to pay just because he’s a guy. Basically I asked her if she was “fucking serious?”, are you kidding me?! I told her no way, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m buy YOU dinner, especially if you just sat down out of the blue and expected some stranger to pay your way.

Things like this are what’s making me really despise the women here in West Palm Beach. Geez, the nerve of this chick!