The Zone: Good for Diet, Bad for Dating

Tuesday, April 29;

I've not been very good at maintaining the Zone while out on dates. I don't want to give the impression that I'm one of those girls who only eats salad! I usually eat a steak or chicken or something. Last night, I decided I was going to stick to it... I'll tell you it did NOT pay off!

I met up with sed date, who will remain nameless, last night for dinner. We skimmed over the menu. He made his selection (crabcake sandwich), and I made my selection (skirtsteak salad). When he asked what I had picked he made a strange sound in response to the skirtsteak, but I thought nothing of it.

We continued our conversation (which was acceptable at best) until our meals came. We tried each tried our prospective platters, and he said I should try his crab cake. I in turn offered a piece of my steak. He immediately refused saying, "I don't eat steak." Oh, did I mention my date was Hindu? At that point I realized that ordering steak may not have been the best idea.. actually it may have been down right offensive. Throughout the meal he kept speaking to me and then he'd glance down at my plate of bloody steak (cooked medium rare!). To make matters worse... our table was off balance, so everytime I sliced into the steak the table would rock back and forth!!!!

Trying to continue the conversation, I was asking him about his family. I asked about his brother and sister. Then I asked about his parents. "Do your parents still live in India?" At this question, he paused for several moments, swallowed his food, wiped his mouth and said, "I'm from Pakistan."

At that point I apologized then I returned to my stake to hack up another bite size piece of holy meat. We finished shortly after, and I ran off to hop on the metro to end my humiliation. It's so nice when I put my foot in my mouth.. or maybe I should say.. sacred meat. Wait.. that's sounds even worse. I'll just stop while I'm ahead.

Needless to say, there will not be another date.