Ok I just lost my job yesterday.
Today I had a date with Mona. I was driving to her place like normal, just order delivery food and “chill.”
My normal routine is to get her order, place it, charge it on my card, have it delivered, be there before it arrives.
Yes, I lost my job. Zero income for now. Zilch. But… I couldn’t being myself to say “Mona, since I just last my job, can you pay for dinner tonight?”
Fragile male ego. ugh.
Instead, I asked for her order. She gave it to me. She did not offer to pay.
I admit, I was disappointed. I know, I know… in my head she “should have known” much like I should have known something recently that she got mad at me for.
I charged it. $30 including tip.
Ok we’re going to have to change our rituals. And I’m going to have to put on my man pants and have the difficult conversations.