“Babe, please calm down!” I urged as I held onto the panic-bar for dear life. The night had started so well. We sat down for our date-night. I ordered the salmon, he the steak.
Then, it was like a switch flipped. The waiter brought our dishes, and he slammed his hands on the table. “Unacceptable!”
What’s unacceptable? I wondered. “Babe, sit down.”
“No, we’re leaving.” He grabbed my hand, pulled me out of the door, and into the car in mere minutes.
“Babe, you need to calm down.” I said again as he turned to me with glowing red eyes.
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That would be the last, “Babe,” he ever heard out of me!
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Haha! 😀
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Steak not rare enough for him maybe?
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Haha, or he has some kind of disease.
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Oops!
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Oh my, that didn’t go too well!
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Maybe he doesn’t like being called “babe”. Just saying.
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Haha, you might be right. 😂
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