Guy Friend of Mine: "Hey, wanna grab dinner, or a drink, or coffee sometime?"
Idiot Girl: "OMG I'd loooove to grab coffee! Let's do it!"
Chances are, what pisses you off about the exchange above is the girl's grammar. Perhaps its the fact that it occurred over Facebook.
Nope. Not me. You know what gets me steamed? The fact that she wants to grab coffee.
Everyone has pet peeves. Hell, I have about 30. I hate when girls stand in a corner and pose for pictures for the entire party, I loathe people who begin a sentence with, "I'm the kind of person who," and I really abhor when people ask, "where abouts?" when inquiring as to the specific neighborhood of Los Angeles that I live. My pet peeve with coffee dates, however, is perhaps one of my weirder-yet-stronger ones.
Why is it that many people think walking up to a Starbucks counter passes as a date worthy activity? What is this, high school? Stopping by the mall after? I heard friggin Pacific Sunwear is having a sale on Hurley. Gimme a break.
We are urban twenty-somethings in the throes of a Quarter Life Crisis. The last thing we need is self-inflicted awkwardness brought on by the inherent 20 minute time limitation of a coffee date. The idea of grabbing a cup of coffee for a date is just weird. Its like asking someone to come pump gas with you.
Ladies (especially you Silverlake "artists/waitresses)," put your big girl panties on and grab a drink, one with alcohol, if you don't want to commit to a meal of food (and for heaven's sake, put on a damn pair of high heels).
Discuss...
Oh, Danielle. I randomly popped by today when I saw you down my url address list at work. Don't worry, a) you've been eating real chicken fingers the WHOLE time...at least parts of them. I'm sure of it. b) Some people LIKE coffee. It doesn't take 20 minutes either. Coffee is a drug, enjoyed with cigarettes, and provides a way to have cracked out hyper conversation sans Adderol. We all aren't so lucky. c) I can handle "wheareabouts?" but I CANNOT handle "prolly" or the truncation of "You" and "are" into letters that just so happen to make the same sound into a text message, or worse, an email.
ReplyDeleteAlas, (or "at the end of the day") no one really gives a shit. But DAMN it feels good to rant. Maybe I should start a blog...