On Being Trouble

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

Last night the BR took me to Inglorious Basterds which was fantastic and we really enjoyed ourselves, then we decided to go get some food. He wanted to take me to some fancy and far too expensive Spanish Tapas place. We were driving downtown in his brand new BMW and frankly I really just would rather get a burger or a burrito somewhere, so I said as much. He looked at me like I was crazy. " Don't you want to go somewhere nice?" He asked. " No, actually, I'd really rather just go to some 24hr diner and get some cheap food and listen to classic rock."

He was so surprised that he really didn't know what to do. I told him as we sat down in the pleather booths that this is me. This is who I am. I mean, I sure do like to go to a nice, fancy restaurant sometimes and have a pretentious dinner over looking the lake, but frankly the real me feels more comfortable in the cheap kinda diner that has extra crispy fries and burritos the size of my face.

He was really out of his comfort zone and I told him so, to which he replied laughing, that no of course he wasn't. It was cute and everything when he ate his onion rings with a fork, cutting them into polite bite size pieces, but really? Honestly?

I know it's strange to guys like him to come across a woman who doesn't expect him to spend all his everlovin' paycheck on her and I know because he told me this.

I'm just not like other girls, I really just like to go to Mcdonald's some times and eat a fake beef burger and french fries and a milk shake. I don't need guys to spend all this fucking money on me to impress me. Really, I'd be much more impressed if he could just buy me a Blackhawks jersey and take me to the game on a Friday night instead of to the museums on sunday and to brunch at the Hancock building later.

I dunno, I guess I'm just more of the all American girl who doesn't want to diamond ring and the Beemer and would rather have a good jaunt at some thrift shops. I guess that's not normal, but whatever.

I guess, I'm bad news.