I went on a date last week with an actor. Not a regular out-of-work actor, but a working actor who clears up to 100k doing commercials and crap when he's not doing t.v. There is he is on the right. That he is an actor should have been a red flag right there, but I figured we had some stuff in common. Turns out we did. But all was negated after he paid the check and said, "Now you're buying me a Scotch." I thought it may have been a flirty way to suggest we go somewhere for another drink, but he didn't stop me; he let me buy it. Tsk tsk. He's lucky I had the 20 beans in my pocket as it was an after thought. Turns out you can't wash the taste of disappointment out of your mouth with whiskey. Another one bites-o el dust-o.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Cheap: It's Here, It's Queer, I Can't Get Used to It
I went on a date last week with an actor. Not a regular out-of-work actor, but a working actor who clears up to 100k doing commercials and crap when he's not doing t.v. There is he is on the right. That he is an actor should have been a red flag right there, but I figured we had some stuff in common. Turns out we did. But all was negated after he paid the check and said, "Now you're buying me a Scotch." I thought it may have been a flirty way to suggest we go somewhere for another drink, but he didn't stop me; he let me buy it. Tsk tsk. He's lucky I had the 20 beans in my pocket as it was an after thought. Turns out you can't wash the taste of disappointment out of your mouth with whiskey. Another one bites-o el dust-o.
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His behavior (obviously) gets him bagged and curbed, but c'mon Anne - not all actors are *that* cheap. We are a much maligned group - and deservingly so - but don't rule out the whole bunch because of one rotten apple. Living in NYC you're bound to run into another one who strikes your fancy instead of your pocketbook.
Better luck to you the next time you tread the boards! Oh, and BTW I love your blog - funny, funny stuff.
sorry, lame temp, but no. this was a first friggin' date. not a relationship, not a marriage, not a share share that's fair prospect.
additionally:
1) he knew i was unemployed
2) even if i were employed, i only make 70 cents to his dollar
3) I'M A FUCKING LADY GODDAMN IT
when we get equal pay and equal treatment under the law (which at this rate is close to never)--and when men can bear children--i'll be forking over cash. in the meantime, dudes should be so lucky to have the pleasure of my company and have the fortune buy me a drink i will accept.
that's right. even crappy broads should have such a high opinion of themselves.
I'm with ya Toucan: the guy is responsible for everything on a first date, and he knew you were unemployed -- that's gotta count for something. Asking someone who is out of work to buy you a drink isn't defendable.
Yea, he was rude. "Now you're buying me a scotch"?
Maybe if he was wearing a funny hat. Maybe.
That's why I always wear a funny hat.
And buy myself scotch.
*clink clink*
*stares at the ice cubes in his glass*
*clink clink*
I say you are right Miss 2 Can, where is chivarly and why cant I spell it?
LOL Seriously its been a while since I dated but if he asked you, he pays. No exceptions in my book.
lamer, true. i've offered several times of fellas to buy them crap. and the classy ones always decline. the problem is, you don't know whether you're with a classy one or not. that's the rub. i should have told him to bite me. but being a 2006 broad, i'm the one who bit.
SUCKER SUCKER SUCKER!!!(punches self in head)
he wasn't wearing a funny hat, new blue, but he was wearing a funny beard.
"do you like it?" he asked.
"If you were my dude, i'd make you shave it," I replied.
"So that's a no"
"Yep."
But... but... you bought me that Liberace candelabra! You offered!
I'm classless.
*clink clink*
he was too vain for a funny hat. and too cheap, perhaps. good thing i never told him my last name or he'd be reading all about his cheap damn self right now.
HAHAHA-you never told him your last name? I love it.
I would never demand that a date buy me anything but I am an old-fashioned kinda guy.
lametemp ain't no whore, peppers! and being a 2006 broad, i don't have a problem with a lady selling herself for cash. why not? plus, lame temp n' friends got me this sweet ass toaster!
upon closer inspection of this photo, it appears that someone else must have been pissed with his thriftiness and stabbed him in the back with a paper airplane.
serves him right, i suppose.
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