Eating out, or in, but probably out

I tell my honey:

Hey baby you sure are looking good in your jeans and hey dude shoes.

How’s about you me going out to supper to ease these blues.

We deserve a night on town, where would you like to go?

She started listing off places, the conversation started like this

Yooooouuuu choose

Anyyyyywheres fine

I don’t care as long as it tastes good

And nooooo not that place you just mentioned.

Sheeeee could go for burgers, or pizza or Chinese food, she could even go ice cream, Italian or Linda Vista,

Little creek diner, is probably where we will end up,

But honestly some Konichuwa sounds real good too. How about just staying home, and cooking up something good here.

Nah, never mind, we don’t have everything needed to cook.

Let’s just go grab something quick, like hot dogs or chicken wings. Maybe even just chic fil a.

I don’t care as long as you’re happy, as long as it’s not one of the places you just mentioned, I’m just not in the mood for that.