Love just left. We had a good visit. She and I and my daughter figure, Scout, went to steak place that we sometimes go to. Daughter figure ordered fried shrimp and then poured half a bottle of kethcup on them when they arrived. Whethre she knows it or not, she most likely saved herself from my prying fingers by loading the skrimps up with ketchup like that. Cynthia's medium prime rib was raw when it arrived. She hated to, but she asked the waitress to take it back and cook it a bit more. I showed her the trick that I had seen in my days in the restaurant business where the chef just takes the prime rib and turns it over on the plate and then sends it back out to the customer. When her meat came back, it was turned over and didn't appear to be any more well done than it had been when she handed it to the waitress. The waitress was cool. She asked Cynth if she would like to try a ribeye or a sirloin. I encouraged Cynthia to do so and she ordered a ribeye. A manager appeared, profusely apologizing. Cynthia was embarrassed. She never sends food back. I opened my large mouth and starting joking to the waitress that "she does this all the time; we can't take her anywhere." I was just trying to defuse the situation a bit, throw some humor into it. Cynthia got pissed and she reemed me later. "I was trying to explain to the lady why I sent the prime rib back and you interrupted me. It wasn't a time for humor."

I didn't get pissed off. My feelings didn't get hurt. I tried to listen to my love and understand her side of it. Often, I only feel or care about my side of things in this and all other relationships. Maybe that's why I find myself alone so often, yearning for friendships, yearning for love.

When the ribeye arrived it was near raw, also. We asked the waitress for a to go box and we fed it to the dogs later. You can't always get what you want.