Bless Your Heart

Jon and I went out for date night last night. We were going to have Mexican at our favorite Mexican joint by the mall but decided at the last minute that we’d go to Olive G@rden. It was the lure of the breadstick. Now I’m not usually a complainer. But you’ll see why I had to recount this experience. So we got in there and realized our mistake almost immediately. It was only 5:30 yet we still had to wait like 10 minutes (which isn’t long, but there were lots of workers standing around and they told us there was no wait. Then they spent all this time setting up a party of 7 who came in after us.) We were seated and told that Pam (not her real name) would be our server. She finally came to see us 10 minutes later. By then we still didn’t know what we wanted to order because nothing was jumping out at us but we buckled down. I ordered their peach tea- YUMMY, and the steak calabrese. Jon ordered a chicken alfredo pizza.
It started to get more and more busy. We had lots to talk about. But I could not look away from the frightening sight at the next table. A hairy man in a loosy goosy tank top that exposed his pits, the side of his man boobs, his love handles, and much of his back that sported a natural hair sweater. UGH. And he was out with his wife and son who were nicely dressed. The dad was also wearing jean shorts. I abhor jean shorts. But the entire ensemble should have just been burned in the pizza oven. Why that wife let him out of the house like that was beyond me. And this has nothing to do with him being hairy. He can’t help that. I get it. But hey, try a shirt with sleeves!
When did it become acceptable to go to a restaurant dressed that way? Wanna go to a fast food joint in your man tank? Go ahead. But if I’m paying more than $10 an entree I shouldn’t have to sheild my eyes for fear of a hairy nipple glimpse. And wives!! This is just as much your fault. Men don’t have fashion sense so you have to help them. Jon knows he must wear at least a tucked in polo shirt if we’re going to sit down to eat in any type of restaurant. I don’t have to tell him that. If your man doesn’t know then tell him. Or make up a flow chart or something. And why is it that these things seem to happen more at the chain restaurants? We try to avoid chains but like I said, it was the lure of the breadstick.
I think we’ll stick to our standard Mexi place next time. Although I do have to give props to the door guy. He was super friendly and fun.
After dinner we saw Ratatouille and it was way too cute! And we weren’t the only couple there without kids. Yay! Plus we found out that if you see a movie at our AMC theatre Mon-Thur it’s only $6 any time! Woohoo! More movie dates for us!