The party was out of my competition. It was probably among her for the champagne girl. Although I knew this, I still approached her and I saved a conversation. In retrospect, I should have seen the car wreck coming 100 miles away, but there is something about beer boys like me who cannot resist resisting champagne girls. I left with her telephone number and a date for the following week.
The problem with dating a champagne -girl is that I always have the feeling that I have to go to her level, but because that level is usually out of my financial competition, I pretend that I am getting a few levels closer than where I really am. This makes the disaster all the more complete because I assume that, because I have made an attempt, the champagne girl will also make the effort and meet me halfway and lower its level. It never happens. Champagne girls compromise.
The date
I should have just taken her to the local chilis. She would have hated it, but she would have hated it for much less money. Instead, I chose a nice restaurant at different levels above where I would normally go.
It was clear that from the start she was not impressed by my restaurant choice. I saw the signs, and I should have just called it at the time. We ordered instead. She chose the most expensive starter that is followed by the most expensive starter on the menu. She wrinkled her face when I ordered a wine that did not come to three figures, although it was worth enough beer boxes to last a few months.
When the starter arrived, she didn’t touch it. She continued with cows and calves and I noticed that she hadn’t touched her wine either. When the waiter arrived with the main course to see that the starter had not been touched, you saw the appearance of concern on his face:
“Is everything okay?” He asked.
“Yes, perfect,” she smiled. “I am ready, thank you,” and handed him the untouched plate to take back and throw them away.
The main meal progressed in the same way. She talked slightly, but the food never left the plate. The waiter raised its eyebrow on the untouched plate. “Is there anything wrong with the meal?” He asked again.
“No, everything was great. I am ready, thank you,” she said he could take her plate.
Then I could no longer stop it and said, “You can pack the meal so that we can take it home.”
You would have thought that I was bursting baby seals for her of the look she shot on me. “No, that’s not necessary,” she said back to the waiter.
“Yes, there is a need,” I said. “We want it to go.” Her appearance indicated that I was not only squeezing baby seals, but also struck the feet of baby rabbit rabbits to earn happiness.
“No, that really won’t be necessary,” she said with a strong voice.
“Oh, yes it will be,” I replied. “If she doesn’t want it, I will eat it. Thanks.”
As the waiter left, Champagne Girl was not at all happy with me. “That was my meal. If you get that meal from this restaurant, then this date is over,” she said as if this was even a problem at the moment.
“I think that has already been well established,” I said. When the waiter returned with the meal, Champagne Girl said she wanted to be taken home immediately.
“You can leave whenever you want. I’m sure the reception can give you a taxi.”
Champagne girl stuttered. “But I have no money for me.”
I pushed her wrapped meal for her. “Well, then you might want to eat this so that you have enough energy to walk home,” I said and left.
I have failed the Champagne Girl Money Test
I later learned that I did not fail the Champagne Girl Money Test. Apparently is a way in which Champagne -girls determine if you have enough money to date them to order the most expensive meal on the menu and not touch it. If the man makes some message about it, he does not have enough money to date with them. Learned lesson.
Over the years I have learned that I am a Bierman and realize that that saved me a lot of money. I would like to be soft and have a lot of money, so that I could wipe champagne -girls off their feet, but I know that even if I get rich in the future, I will still be a beer man. It took a long time, but I realized to be something that I am not, a great way for me to spend a lot of money in order not to achieve anything. I can accept who I am, even if it is not the perfect TV image that I would like and this has enabled me to overcome one of the most expensive habits I have ever had – try to make myself look better in the eyes of others than I really am.
If you now know a champagne -girl that enjoys BBQ wings and beer, let me know so that I can get her my number.
(Photo with thanks Tom Williamson))
Bierman is the name of an anonymous 30 something professional single man. After years of dating, he has decided to concentrate on improving his finances instead.
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