It was part of my present. A night out. Dinner and a movie. And in typical date fashion, he even picked me up.
Sushi is one of our favorite things to enjoy together. The place was new to both of us. And will not be graced with our presence again anytime soon.
Compared to our nearly once a week favorite, this place more than paled in comparison. The service was not great, and the sushi was even worse.
I laughed it off. He seemed genuinely upset that the gift he chose was not the best sushi.
I got to choose the movie. I chose poorly. I love Will Smith, just not this movie. At all.
He told me I'm off movie-picking duty. I agreed.
The first night after our "talk" turned out to be a bust. He even said he was mad at Santa, since the whole night was part of my Christmas present.
I didn't really mind. I had fun with him, despite the food, despite the bad movie. I told him I enjoyed the company despite the rest. Thanking him again for the gift.
But something's not quite right. Perhaps a girl should take the hint when her boyfriend is more interested in who is text messaging him than the movie he's at with his girlfriend. Even a bad movie.