Way to Go, Pepe!

I hadn't dated in about 3 1/2 years, and my friend John got wind of this. Now, John and I had known each other for several years, and he's a good guy. He set me up with Jon (no 'h'), who is 12 years my senior and a lawyer. I showed up to the Korean restaurant wearing a dress and heels - we were going to the symphony after that. First words out of his mouth? "Do you always wear heels?" Yes, with heels I'm taller than he is. Ok, so we have a complex. That's cool. Whatever. We sit down to dinner and he asks if he can order for me. A bit odd, but I'll play along. He orders one appetizer and one entree. Apparently we are a) sharing and b) cheap. Conversation is stiff but ok. We leave, and I offer to drive. All the way down he criticises my driving. "I wouldn't have changed lanes there." "I would have taken I-94, not Warren." Alright, this is starting to piss me off. But, all I have to do is get in there, the lights will go down, and we don't have to talk. The concert that evening was Pepe Romero, Spanish classical guitar. It was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that Jon proceeds to clap, like a human being, then let's out a "Woohoo! Woohoo! Way to go Pepe!" at which point he turns to me and OFFERS ME A HIGH FIVE. I gave him my best withering teacher look and tell him "We don't do that at the symphony." The ride home was silent. I barely stopped the car to let him out.

Bethany, Michigan

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