She met him dancing. He was good looking and a great dance partner. He asked her out. She said yes.
They agreed to meet at the restaurant, Lettuce, a salad place. Digger complained about the prices of the entrees.
“I’m sorry but you chose this,” Lisa said.
“I know, but they raised their prices,” said Digger.
“We could split something. I’m not that hungry,” Lisa said.
Digger ordered one salad, divided onto two plates.
Then they went to a movie. Again, Digger complained about the cost. Now on the second hour of the date, Lisa was uncomfortable listening to the complaints. The movie was two more hours. She wanted to get out of there. Whatever chemistry they’d had on the dance floor was not translating to the date.
When the movie finally ended, Digger walked her to her car by the restaurant.
“You know, “he said, “with all the money I spent on this date, I think you owe me a kiss.”
Lisa was tired of him guilt-tripping her. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“That’s what you get for what you paid tonight,” she said.
She hopped in her car and drove away, never to see him again.
