What is a deal breaker for you? This is what my neighbor and I were discussing over a bottle of wine there other night. I shared with her the details of a recent date at an upscale but casual French restaurant. My date was cute, had a good style about him, funny, smart, well-traveled and a Brit. He made me laugh more than I have in the entire month of January. Generally speaking, I could see myself sleeping with this guy- a hot and heavy make out session at the very least. And then just we were finishing up our meals, I looked over at his plate of quickly disappearing duck and I saw it. In a flash I saw the fingers from his left hand on his plate. They quickly pushed the bits and pieces from his Moroccan Tangine dinner onto his fork. The fork was held not the way it should be but low down on the handle half way between the tip of the tines and the top of the handle. You know, like a young child would hold a fork. I asked my friend how she felt about the fingers on the plate pushing the remnants of his meal on to his fork.
“Fingers on the plate? Nope. No way. Not acceptable.”
“What if you really liked him, he was hot and you thought the sex would be great?”
“Well then, he’d have to be a “stay in” guy not a guy you take out. You can’t take anyone out like that. Imagine if your family saw him eat like that?”
“He’s in America now. I’m guessing he knows the difference between eating in a hut or at a French restaurant.”
I had to agree with her.
“Did I ever tell you about the time I went on a date and the guy was licking his fingers?”
“No, which guy was it with?” I asked.
I think I told you about him, he had season tickets to the Clippers. We saw the game and went for a late dinner. And then he licked his fingers.”
“What did he have for dinner?”
“Well, I have to say if it were fried chicken or ribs I might have to let it slide.”
I didn’t tell my friend, but if I hear from the guy again. I think I’ll recommend going for Japanese on our next date. Perhaps he’s better with chopsticks…