Grazed elbow. Bruised hip. Sore wrist. Given my history of falling down, saying yes to an ice skating date probably wasn’t the best idea. He helped me up and said I ‘fell elegantly’.
I’m finally starting to wake up.
Me: “I’ll bring some wine. Red or white?”
Him: “Oh no, you don’t have to bring anything - its all my treat”
Me: “Oh… no, I will bring some wine. Really.”
Him: “No no its fine, really, just come for dinner!”
Me: “I can’t. I have the sensibility of a 1940s housewife, if I don’t bring something I will have anxiety all night and then I will probably have to leave early because I will exhaust myself thinking about proper manners and what my Grandma would think about me going to someone’s house for dinner without bringing a gift for the host and… look, its just better this way.”
Him: “Ok. Ummm, red then?”