I invited a Hmong chick out some years ago. She didn't have a car, so, I offered to pick her up.
To my surprise, her maternal grandmother, a younger sister, and a female cousin
also hopped into my Corsica.
I offered them anything they wanted at Peking (the restaurant, not the city). So, they opted for
lobster and other seafoods.
Not too bad. We spent only $95.00 for dinner.
But, you are right, VH. This was the restaurant and not
me she was after.
Despite how hot she was, I didn't see a need
to call her again.
I can relate in a way...so when I was young. I used to get invitations from...Parents, Uncles, Aunts, or Brothers, who all say, "we/I have a single daughter/... you should come over for dinner and meet her." Gosh that was a lot of food dates...
By that not a lot of talking really happens. You see I'm not much of a talker and she doesn't talk much either. Well there were a few food dates where the two of us had great conversations. Then poof, she ghosts me. So I don't play games and I am a person of my words. If she wasn't available, there's ten more others waiting for their turn. Should I say, "Yes I love to travel the world with you!" as in she's wants to escape from her parents and be set free. The young me wasn't like that, if I was looking for someone to settle down with, I'm not looking for someone who's interests is mundane material objects in life. It's the person and always has been the person, not the destination of some place.
As I gotten a little older in my young adult life, I sort of became a "let's try a new restaurant" dating thingy. So that was more of a problem in dating the restaurant rather than the actual person. That was my fault as the important future partner connection was just never there. Of course going out to see a movie was as is still one of the most fruitless dates. If there are no plans beforehand nor afterwards, yeah it was just going to see a movie.
I guess I should've developed a taste for mushrooms in my younger years.