Ugh. I need to be burped.

So my friend's birthday was this weekend and we went out to dinner to celebrate. We went to a place we've been to a hundred times before but something was different. When we got our food, both of our meals were covered in tons of sauce. Funny enough, we'd just been discussing Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares when the food came out. And I thought to myself, "Holy shit. This beef is smothered in a shitload of sauce and a shitload of mushrooms." I remembered how GR says it's never a good sign if you get food that has been drowned in sauce. The chef knows the food is not great and is trying to hide something. Indeed, indeed. Everything was OK at first. I had to drive my friend home in a terrible torrential downpour. It was so bad at times that you could not see 2 feet in front of the vehicle. I get home and goof off on the computer, watch a bit of TV and so on. About the time I get in bed, I start to feel bad. Acid indigestion, stomach cramps, that sort of thing. I took some Pepto and tried to fall asleep. Oh God. It was a bad night. I think it was after 3 this morning before my stomach settled down. Suffice it to say, I didn't feel better until my body had purged all of the food I ate. So please, learn from my pain. If you go to a restaurant and find that your food has been baptized in 10 gallons of sauce, don't eat it. Even if you've been there many times before and never been sick, you don't want the stomach upset all night.


In other news, I have a rant about men who feel the need to have the last word. So much so that they will ask you a question and then completely block you from answering so that they can have the "final" say. Hmm. Ok, then. I recently had that experience with someone and, while it made me laugh at first thinking his overwhelming need to have control must reflect that he is packing a peanut below, it also made me grateful. I feel like seeing this aspect of his character early on spared me the pain of getting involved with him and discovering later that he is imbalanced. If someone is *that* consumed with having the last word in conversation so early in a dialogue with a woman, something is amiss. Makes me think he would demand to have a lot of control in every part of a relationship. And once I began looking back at the conversation I was having with him, that became clearer to me. He wanted to be the one to make all the decisions. Where we would go, what time, what place-- it was always at his convenience and it had to be in a place that was familiar to him. Maybe that doesn't sound awful but believe me when I say, it's a scary world out there nowadays. As a female, you must be quite careful in where you go to meet a man for a first date. If you go to a place where he has the home field advantage, so to speak, and you know no one, you could end up in a very bad situation. Having been through a relationship that I felt was abusive, it's nothing I would want to experience again. Yet again, readers: learn from this. If you meet someone and early on, things are making you uncomfortable or you get strange vibes that the person is playing some sort of mental games with you, don't get involved. As the cliche says, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Life is too short to date someone who will mistreat you.