At Fathers Day dinner on Sunday, we were all eating, being the happy dysfunctional family that we are, when I dazed off and noticed a couple about to sit down. The man walked in with a phone in his hand. When they sat down, she pulled hers out too and set it down on the table.
So I figured, hey, I leave my phone on the table too, no shame in that. I really didn't think anything of them doing this. Then they each picked up their BlackBerry and started type-type-typing away. They didn't say a word to anyone except the waitress during the hour that they were there, and not once did they look at each other. I thought, this is not a date!
To all this I say what the fuck. You need to sit your technological asses down. You will put away your phones. You will look at each other for an hour. You will make conversation. You will talk about politics, the weather, popular music, the movie you saw last week. When the night is over, you will get in the car and the male will drive the female back to her house. He will kiss her goodnight and they will reminisce over the lovely evening the next day.
That, my friends, is a fucking date.
- Cali
- My name is Cali. I'm fifteen, and an incoming sophomore in high school. I'm introverted, lazy, and outspoken. One day, I'm getting out of this town.