I’ll have you know I’m an unsophisticated adult, thank you very much.
Now I’m thinking about a very sophisticated child. Just a lil guy with a monocle and top hat.
You know what I call her? Someone ordering what she wants to drink and it’s none of my business.
So, if I’m out of fucks to give, you have some I can use?
I’d agree that her reason for ordering milk is nobody’s business.
But it’s fair to say that the things you do on a date are (to a reasonable extent) the “business” of your partner, especially in the sense that communication is important when you’re getting to know someone.
A first date is full of snap judgements, even if you’re not an asshole.
Good snap judgement: “I’m glad she’s comfortable enough to order what she wants instead of feeling obligated to drink alcohol”
Asshole snap judgement:" oh my god she ordered milk like some kind of child lol what a moron"
Excellent snap judgement: “oh my god she referred to the waiter as one of “those people” and then got hand sanitizer from her bag”
Yep–and another fine snap judgment is, “Ooh, this isn’t gonna work, I love having drinks with my girlfriend, and I’m always gonna feel awkward about this.” If that’s not your jam, no problem.
The asshole judgment is to call the milk-orderer “an unsophisticated simpleton.” They get to live their best life, and their date doesn’t need to judge them for it; but it’s totally fine for their date to decide there’s no compatibility there, based on pretty much anything.
It seems that one of the cool things about being an adult is that I can drink milk if I want to.
She’s a tramp
