Writing My Wrongs

There are a couple of things that I just don’t do in general…
Let’s say that I don’t generally pay to go to the movies…my date does that. Not saying I won’t…but generally speaking…it’s not my job.

…Let’s also say that I ...generally don’t go to the movies with a chick. I mean, group settings are fine, going to see a movie you know your man won’t see and with one more girl…than just two.
Budda, that doesn’t happen that often…read: at all.
Well… “at all” became “not often”…tonight.
Godda call from my home girl when I got home.

“Let’s go to a dinner and movie tonight…?”
I have to admit, I didn’t get what she was tryna ask me,
“A dinner and movie…you and I?”
“Yea, it’ll be fun.”
I cocked my head to the side…looked at the mirror I was in front of and frowned,
“That sounds like a date. Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Oh alli, you’re so funny. I want to go see the Great D’s and then we can get dinner over by Lincoln Center. There are a ton of restaurants.”
I’m thinking…if she’s gotta be telling herself I am funny and shit…to get past the fact that she asked me out on a date…I ain’t gonna push the point…

But yea, I see you…asking me…on a girl date.

Apparently she didn’t understand that “girl dates” were foreign to me. Apparently she did this type of thing with her other female friends. Apparently I have been hanging out with way too much testosterone, cause clearly… I’mma virgin to “girl dates”.

I thought about it…realized that all my men friends have women and are probably busy tonight…
I finally said, “ok, call me when you decide the time and where to meet.”

Well because I was still iffy on the arrangement…arrangement being: a girl and girl presence at a movie and to dinner… well, I wasn’t rushing to get dressed. After all, I am not trying to dress all nice for her. I’m going to throw on some sweats, sneakers, baseball cap and call it a day…night.
Wait, change in wardrobe… can’t have people thinking I am the butch on this “girl date”. Now I’m in a quandary…the hell does one wear on a friendly girl date?
Eh, this has been too much on my brain.

*ring… ring… ring*
I’m sorta hesitant to say,
“Um…hey…how about we just make it dinner? We can go to Din-O-Sar and have some buffalo wings, beer and see if we see any cute guys.”
“Yea, I feel that. I just want to talk and hang out anyway.”
See, this is all she had to say to begin with instead of asking me out on a …girl date.