Wednesday, April 25, 2007
by Ospite. 
The plan was to bring 6 roses in 6 installments, paced and separated by 6 cards throughout the couple's meal.
The same-siders were giddily enjoying their evening despite the gentleman's visible nervousness. Mark was trying to give them their space while allowing for proper service all at once. She seemed happy, yet not entirely playing along.
It came to the end of the meal which drew out the remaining 6 roses, bringing closure to the dozen, and as Mark cleared some dishes and left, The Proposer prepared. Eavesdroppers were perched nearby.
With the best of intentions, and the cheesiest follow-through, he popped the question...only to be met by the subtle sidestepping of a women not entirely sold on the idea. She bobbed and weaved in search for a way out, keeping composure but obviously not having the guts to shoot him down in a public place. Perhaps that was why he chose our trattoria.
Finally she caved. She agreed and the dessert followed.
At the end of the meal, The Proposer handed Mark his tip...nearly the equivalent of Mark's entire earnings for the evening prior to this table. Virtually a 100% tip.
Some time has passed since this event and the hubbub has died down. Or did until...
The woman returned to the restaurant during a shift I was not working due to my injury. Rumor has it, she was in with yet another gentleman...again sitting on the same side of the booth with this one. Heavy flirting was witnessed. It is alleged that her finger bore no ring.
The same-siders were giddily enjoying their evening despite the gentleman's visible nervousness. Mark was trying to give them their space while allowing for proper service all at once. She seemed happy, yet not entirely playing along.
It came to the end of the meal which drew out the remaining 6 roses, bringing closure to the dozen, and as Mark cleared some dishes and left, The Proposer prepared. Eavesdroppers were perched nearby.
With the best of intentions, and the cheesiest follow-through, he popped the question...only to be met by the subtle sidestepping of a women not entirely sold on the idea. She bobbed and weaved in search for a way out, keeping composure but obviously not having the guts to shoot him down in a public place. Perhaps that was why he chose our trattoria.
Finally she caved. She agreed and the dessert followed.
At the end of the meal, The Proposer handed Mark his tip...nearly the equivalent of Mark's entire earnings for the evening prior to this table. Virtually a 100% tip.
Some time has passed since this event and the hubbub has died down. Or did until...
The woman returned to the restaurant during a shift I was not working due to my injury. Rumor has it, she was in with yet another gentleman...again sitting on the same side of the booth with this one. Heavy flirting was witnessed. It is alleged that her finger bore no ring.
8 Comments:
I feel sorry for that guy, but I reckon he's dodged a bullet there.
Yeah, if she was a real gold digger he would've been into it deep.
ouch.
I imagine she's in the process of ignoring his calls and pretending to disappear or something. I wonder if she even feels bad for him.
how horrible for him. i wonder if he shall come in again. very well written, as always. :)
Awful, horrible woman. Sounds like a character in a bad movie. Good pot though.
I feel for him. He really put his heart out there and she probably stomped on it and fed it to the dogs. :(
But... I agree with the others. The silver lining is that he isn't marrying a gold-digger ;)
At what point was it established that she was a gold-digger? From what I recall, the only thing Ospite said was that she comes in there frequently with other men and is "handsy" and dresses provocatively.
My spidey sense tells me that she is extremely commitment-phobic and was completely blindsided by his proposal, just assuming that he was taking the relationship as lightly as she was.
At any rate, it still sucks.
Clearly I meant to type good POST not good POT. Good pot would be good though...
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