Grating expectations

Believing in the good of others is a presumption that I am getting over. Also, thinking that if I am a good person, luck will be on my side – if only for one day. Shockingly enough, I am often wrong on both accounts.

For some reason, people have great expectations with the smallest of things.

While on the phone with a friend, he begins to describe a dinner with a newfound acquaintance. The conversation is a little strained and the company isn’t getting the hint. My friend is looking for the exits, while his date is looking into his eyes. There is no chemistry, but only one person realizes this fact.

Sometime during the meal, his companion mentions if this is their first date. An attractive couple, a nice restaurant, a lovely meal… Hmmm, my friend thought it was just dinner.

Is there a logical step from dining to dating? Where does it go from eating some chicken to picking out china?

Surely, my friend could’ve easily said, “This isn’t a date,” before going out, but why would he? Dinner is dinner, right? Or, is dinner a secret code for dating? Should they have just had coffee, or is that a code for something else?

I don’t know. I don’t speak idiot.

My mind views it this way: I like to eat, I like to go out, I like people, hence, I like to eat out with people. If dinner is equated with dating, then I must have been on countless dates without ever knowing.

But, if this thread of logic is meaningless, then I’m seriously considering a nice, long period of fasting.