We rented a DVD and ordered Thai for our date From the kitchen he procured two paper plates, Two plastic spoons and two plastic cups In style was my date going to serve this meal up
"Are you short on crockery", I asked with surprise "Don't like washing up" he bluntly advised He placed his container of food on his plate And I followed suit without further debate
I wasn't expecting tableware of finest china And I don't like to be thought a hard-to-please whiner But my plastic spoon was just not up to the task "Could I please have a fork", I plaintively asked
His reply "I don't have one", stopped my spoon in mid air "Do you have a knife, by chance, one that is spare?" "Only for chopping food", he testily attested And then added "Why are you so interested?"
"Oh no reason, I guess", and refrained to add That for someone well-off this was just sad When I left his abode, he again hit his mark When he didn't accompany me out in the dark
Inspired after reading Suzanne Attar's book "Dates of Our Lives"