nunoncastors

Drifting through the hazy recollections of last Saturday night like some vast and forbidding spectre the following snippet of conversation looms large.

“Aww, that’s so romantic. But I can see why you’re still single.”
“What?”
“Well, you’ve just described an ideal date, you’re thoughtful and…”
“Hang on, how is that a bad thing?”
“Let me finish.”
“Sorry.”
“You’re thoughtful. You’d take someone somewhere nice, like Chatsworth House, with no expectations, spend the day getting to know them and then, on the way home, you’d stop off somewhere you’d pretend to have stumbled upon when really you’d found it beforehand, made sure it was nice, and had a quick look at the menu.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“People don’t expect it.”
“People don’t expect to be treated well on a date?”
“Of course they do, just not like that.”
“You know that makes no sense at all don’t you?”
“I guess. All I’m saying is that this isn’t Victorian England and being thoughtful and courteous isn’t going to get you anything.”
“So, what, I should just bang the shit out of them the first time I meet them and buy a McDonalds?”
“It couldn’t hurt.”

I’m still somewhat disgruntled about the whole exchange, it all seems rather arbitrary. Evidently I’m missing something.