As I hastily perused the menu, nearly everything looked appetizing.
But after tantalizing myself with the idea of sampling it all, I chose the one thing I really wanted and closed the list of available options.
Steak. My favorite. No more menu-searching necessary.
I was content enough with my decision to instead turn my gaze to my date but although he'd also chosen his meal, his eyes weren't on me.
They were on her.
You know, the girl who wasn't me.
The girl who looked as though she was using her revealing outfit as the perfect place setting for jealousy.
"What are you getting?" I asked.
"The steak," he replied. "It's the only thing that looks good to me."
"So then what took you so long to decide?"
"I was just looking I guess... but I knew what I wanted the whole time."
And just like that... I was thinking only of dessert.