Great stories, guys --er, I mean gals!
Well, our first real date was dinner at my house. I ended up crunched for time so instead of cooking I went on a spending spree at the local Chinese restaurant and brought home container after container after container of food, especially dishes with shrimp and lobster. (This is my idea of heaven, meal-wise.)
Well, halfway through dinner I realize Jack's hardly eating anything and has this strange, uncomfortable look on his face. Turns out, the only thing he hates more than Chinese food is shrimp & lobster! I felt absolutely awful and offered to make him peanut butter & jelly sandwiches!
I must say, thinking back on this, that he gets major points for being honest instead of sitting there miserably choking down his least favorite foods. So, every once in awhile we have "crazy dinner" -- I get take-out Chinese food and he gets White Castle hamburgers (which I think are disgusting)!
