It wasn't a date, I swear!
Last night Erin and I went out
Are you ready for the gushy part?
Okay, so she and I went to the Outback Steakhouse. The last time that I had been to the Outback was a couple years ago while I was in the Philippines. I had been there for a couple months and I needed some American food. More specifically, I needed a slab of meat! So I went to Alabang with John (more on him in a latter post) to get some. So we get there, and we are seated as soon as we get in. Our server turned out to be this guy named David.
Erin said to me, "I think he checked you out."
"That's good, I did [the same to] him." David stands just under six foot, probably 180-190, with dark brown hair, a light goatee. He had on dark khakis, a dark blue striped shirt buttoned down so you could see that he was wearing a tight a-shirt underneath. Silver watch on the right, silver ring on the left middle finger. He speaks with a very soft voice and makes sure that everything is great.
"Really? He's not that good looking."
Good, he's not interested in you either. I think he was very cute. Erin latter conceded that at the end of our dinner when David put his hand on my shoulder as he was dropping of the check and saying good evening. Yup, he got double the tip. Have you noticed that at the bottom of the credit card slip, there's a place to put your phone number? Hmm, I hope that he noticed it.
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