on the menu

Why do I go on these dates? 

Well, it’s not like you have anything better to do since your life is “together”

Okay, can you not, it’s not “together”

I always call Kristine after every single date so this one is no different. 

It’s really no different. 

I wish it was. 

My only solace from Mark is my cute waiter, Dominick. How sick is that? I’m on a date with this computer engineer (goodbye student loans, right? kidding) but here I am making eyes with a waiter. I don’t mean to sound elitist but do you see what I’m getting at? Why pick a Toyota over a Benz? 

Yes, Dominick, I would love more water. Thank you.

Yes, Mark, I would love to hear more about your frat. Thank you.

Yes, Dominick, I would love more napkins. Thank you.

Yes, Mark, I would

love

to be spared the stories of you taking body shots off Brazilian models two spring breaks ago.

Thank you.

“Is there anything else I can get you tonight?” Dominick said when he approached our table. His hair was well coiffed, but I just wanted to run my fingers through his thick brown hair. His lips. Maybe we’ll talk about those later. His eyes have that hunger that can’t be filled from refilling soda cups and breadbaskets. There’s something more that he longs for in this life. There’s something more that I long for tonight.

Yeah, your number

“Yeah, your number” 

oh my god. 

I said that out loud.

Mark chokes on his food a little bit. I don’t blame him. But can you blame me? Dominick has been charming me all night, how can I not? I want to find out what he aches for, maybe even be the thing he yearns for. 

At least I could shake up this boring ass date. 

Dominick looks a little awkward at first, his mouth hanging agape. 

“I said what I said,” I said with a wink. 

Dominick’s lips-those cute lips that we’ll have to talk about later- curl into a grin and pulls out a notepad, scribbling his number.  

I’m definitely going to give him a call after I get off the phone with Kristine tonight.