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"Where Do You Want To Eat?" And Why This Question Annoys Me

Posted on September 1, 2009 12:00 am by Veronica

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It took us fifteen minutes to find a decent parking space in Eastwood City. If it wasn’t such a fun cliche, I'd never date or party on a Friday night. With everyone out to burn wads of cash on booze, it’s amusing to think that maybe the Philippines’ economy isn’t a disturbing case of negatives.

When we got to the city proper, he asked me what I wanted for dinner. Some lobster, some red wine, and a box of mint chocolate please, I thought.

This is the part I hate most about dating. “Where do you want to eat?” Come on, what are we supposed to say to that without sounding high maintenance or, worse, answering kahit saan-saan lang. For me, it’s equivalent to being asked “Pwede ba kitang ligawan, miss?”

In my book, if a guy asks you out, he should have an itinerary ready or, at the very least, a clear idea of what you’d like to do. While spontaneity is sexy, it’s so annoying to spend ten minutes asking each other where you guys should have dinner. Again, this brought back a lot of amusing memories:

FLASHBACK: I dated this young engineer once, a result of dodging our common friend’s persistent match-making for almost a year. Timothy wasn’t bad-looking; in fact, he was quite attractive. Unfortunately, he was worse than fickle-minded, he was…sabaw.

“So, saan mo gusto kumain?” he asked.

“Hmmm…kahit saan!” I replied gamely. “I eat anything, well, except raisins.”

“Hahaha, okay,” he said while scanning the restaurants we passed. “So, saan mo nga gusto kumain?

Strike one.

“Let’s try Pancake House?” I offered. “I like their pancakes.”

“Sige.”

When we arrived at Pancake House, it was full.

“Oh no,” I groaned. “Paano na ‘yan?

Sa iba na lang tayo,” Timothy said.

Sige,” I followed him outside. “Nakakainis! I want pancakes pa naman!”

Timothy smiled and then he asked “So, saan mo gusto kumain?

Strike two.

I was sure we circled the entire second floor twice because we passed Pancake House twice. In my heroic attempt to dissolve my irritation and drown out my hunger, I talked to him about work. He kept giving me one word answers and I was tempted to borrow phrases from my list of sarcastic retorts. When we found ourselves standing in front of a still crowded Pancake House, he asked me for the third time, “Where do you want to eat, Veronica?”

Strike three.Sa food court na lang!

We ended up eating in World Chicken. It could have been fun if only he didn’t ask me three times what I want to order while we were in line. Needless to say, it was a bad date. We ate dinner in silence and when he started asking me about work, I resorted to giving him one word answers…in Spanish.

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