"I was propositioned yesterday."
"What do you mean?"
"A man asked me to dinner... a stranger, after an hour's worth of conversation, wanted to buy me a meal and get to know me."
"Well, what did you say?"
"I have a boyfriend, what do you THINK I said?"
The proposition itself allowed for a momentary boost to the ego and an interesting story to tell. It wasn't until later on, after retelling it a few times that it hit me.
If a woman finds the one, and lives happily ever after...
She will never again, be able to say yes to dinner with a stranger. Forget the "affairs" of the heart or the hormones that one must say goodbye to. Once Ms. Perfect finds her Mister, he will be her only dinner date. Ever.
"Wow, I'd never thought of it that way..." I stammered.
"Well, maybe it's not so bad," said my friend. "Maybe just the offer will be good enough."
Apparently, the dinner check will forever be split in the same two ways.
An offer always refused.
A flirtation never leading to anything more.
Ahh... I realized.
The price of love.