After dating Dom this long, I should have known better.
The upside is he didn't try to kill me on this date.
He did, however, kill my soul.
I think we need to start at the very beginning.
West Palm Beach had some record breaking rainfall on Thursday and Friday, so we postponed our Valentine's Day dinner until Saturday night.
We went out to our usual City Place, and started with Happy Hour at Mojito.
Think fun, colorful drinks in mason jars. I was a happy camper.
After Cocktail Number 1 we walked over to the restaurant for dinner.
Gluten Free pasta, fresh air, live music.
And Cocktail Number 2! Sounds like the makings for a perfect night, right?
Hold on, I need to go get some wine before I continue.
Okay, I'm ready now.
So, I was enjoying my delicious meal when Dom asked, "Do you want to try a tortellini?"
This is when I should have seen something coming. Dom never likes it when I "cheat" and take a bite of something with gluten, so offering it to me should have been a red flag.
I blame this all on Cocktail 2.
As much as I yearn for tortellinis, I've been trying to be good about cheating, so I said I'd have half of one.
I did. It was delicious. Dom asked how I liked it.
I told him it was delicious, but I didn't get much of whatever the filling was.
And then...The Grin. The one Dom does when he's up to something.
"WHAT WAS IN THAT?"
He didn't even have to tell me. I knew from his face he had just tricked me into eating veal.
I don't eat babies of any form. I refuse to eat cute precious animals and somehow wasn't paying attention when Dom was ordering his food. I blame that one on Cocktail 1.
For the rest of the evening Dom kept telling me how cute the cow was and that it probably had a name and little baby cow friends.
And then I dumped him.