Im blind

I am a 37 year old blind male. I have excellent taste in women food songs ect. I have just met the woman of my dreams and she has invited me for dinner. Im from the middle of the country, so i call it supper. Just the same, im extremely interested in this place of hers and this delicious meal she is going to prepare for me. Oh i did mention i was blind, but can see 10% percent out of my left eye.

I am on my way to her house right now in a taxi cab. I am really looking forward to the dinner as she calls it. I have a bottle of wine, and a bouquet of flowers. I can only tell you they are red and yellow. I asked for roses. Im sure thats what they are. With my eye impairment they are easy to see the colour, but hard to see the actual flower shape. This homecooked delectable meal, is what i have driven all the way across town for.

I arrive and pay the taxi driver. My stomache is growling,for this beautiful meal she is going to prepare for me.

I knock on the door and the flavour of lasagna waifts through my nostrils,when she opens the door. I am delighted that this new girlfriend of mine has taken the effort and time to bake me a lasagna. These kind of dishes take hours to prepare and she must really like me, this is what i think to myself.

I walk inside, she greets me and takes my coat. I say to her "how nice it is for you to take all this time, cooking a gorgeous meal just for me. I, being a conisuier of good food and wine, have been thoroughly impressed by this awsome womans efforts to impress me, with this home cooked meal.

She seat me at the table and says, excuse me i have to prepare the garlic bread. I hear a rumbling of my stomache again, but louder i hear the crumpling paper of premade garlic bread. Oh well, i always make my garlic bread from scratch, but maybe she was short on time preparing the bread, from scratch for me. Mmmmm, how i love home made lasagna.

The table is set and the wine is poured. She smells wonderful. I inhale her scent as she pours the wine, i had brought. It was a nice red that i had heard was a good wine for around a hundred dollars. With a loving preparation of my meal, it was a small price to pay. A hundred dollars and fifty is what our last meal cost. I took her out and we ate like kings and queens. I paid of course. This is why, i know, she has spent so much time on this meal. Lasagna is a, not only expensive meal to make from scratch, but always delicious.

After the wine was half way drank, out came the garlic bread. The STORE BOUGHT garlic bread. It went okay with the hundred dollar bottle of wine. The lasagna was in the oven for the last few minutes of its raw life. I am so excited for this meal. My lips are smacking and my mouth is salivatating. Boy, this dinner is going to be great. I was so glad that i didnt eat this whole day. I chomped away on the premade at the store garlic bread. I didnt want to fill up on garlc bread that i could make at home in five minutes. So i ate it sparingly.

Yaaay, here comes the lasagna. I let the smell curl up my nose and dug in. But wait, the layers of yummy good homade lasagna, were only one layer thick. Like a store bought lasagna.

I dove into her cardboard lasagna like a good guest but couldnt help but notice when i put my paper bag in the garbage, from off of the wine, that there was a box on the counter. She was helping herself to a second slice from a box on the counter. After i had my second, because im a polite guest, and also becaise i was darn hungry. I saw it go into the garbage can. The box, the store made lasagna was in,went into the garbage. I was appalled at this womans deciet.

She has tricked me into thinking she was a fantastic cook. She had tricked me into thinking that she was considerate of my fine food conisiuerism. She had tricked me into thinking that i should spend a hundred dollars on a bottle of wine for a woman that wouldnt even flip a steak for me. Boxed lasagna ugh. I ate it in college. She wasnt fooling me ever again. She made out to me, like, she was making a meal that she slaved over all Sunday long. Not like she couldnt of told me she didnt have time. This woman was a farce.

You just dont pretend that you are slaving over a hot stove all day when your not. So this is what i did the next weekend.

She invited me over and hinted thst she loved that hundred dollar bottle of wine so much last Sunday. I had a 500 dollar bottle of wine in the house. But only the bottle. I had drank it with a friend the week before meeting her. So what i did,was i went out and bought a five dollar bottle of wine. I bought a three dollar funnel, and poured all of that cheap wine into a five hundred dollar empty wine bottle.

I showed up early and behind her back pulled the loose cork. Just in time for her speel about how she so lovingly made this meal of alfredo pasta. Sure you made it from scratch i said to her and rolled my eyes to myself. Sit down, talke a load off. I know ypu have been slaving away all day over that canned alfredo sauce. Have some of my five hundred dollar wine. It will go so good with the meal you have prepared for me.. heee heee heee