You Don’t Need to Understand the Convention of Proper Dinner Conversation in Order to go on a Dinner Date
…Just ask Gaby.
This spotlight is dedicated to every advance that has been spurned by Gaby and conversely, to every boy who accidentally gave Gaby his number and immediately had to update his texting plan.
Seemingly your average 20ish year old girl, Gaby enjoys a good time so long as that good time involves AEPI, free shots, and T-Anthony’s by the end of the night.
However, it has never been a good time (or take out) that has boggled her. No, it is the dinner date that brings Gaby the most anxiety. It is not that Gaby cannot sustain conversation for the legnth of a meal, no, it is the topic of conversation she privately deems appropriate only milliseconds before she publicizes that bewilders the mind that sits across the romantically adorned table.
“I don’t eat this kind of food” (the setting of this conversation is irrelevant). “…I have an opened bag of skittles on my bedside table, I’ll probably think about finishing those up later.” (the date, however, is relevant, this took place in late October, a month the skittles bag never imagined it would live to know)
If you’re at all interested in the conclusion of this date, it went something like this…
Upon walking into her bedroom (boy, somehow, still in attendance) Gaby delights,
“I told you.”
only i don’t think he ever even doubted her.
I’m only not certain that he came over because he wanted her to prove it.
Regardless, she’s a girl who knows what she wants. Why waste perfectly good dinner conversation on someone who you’ll only ever show you half eaten, expired, bag of skittles to.
