November 7, 2012

Pet Peeve

{Photos by Sabrina; wearing Forever 21 tartan trousers, Alexander Wang booties, Chanel bag}

A few days ago I realized one of my date pet peeves: when the guy orders for me. To put it in context, the guy ordered me wine without asking if I wanted some or what type I like. To put it in reason, I'm not 5 nor illiterate and unless I ask, I know best what I like, and I am the one who has to consume it. I've been told that it's a self absorbed douche cultural thing. Whatever it is, it's as repulsive as Romney's talk on regular citizens in which today I say "who's unemployed now, byyatch!"