I went out for a pub meal with BF tonight. The food was fine, but he was in such a foul mood that he spoiled the entire evening for me. He hates eating out and it always puts him in a bad mood. Fine. I don't ask to be taken out too often. It's not a big issue. But when we do go out, I expect him to at least try to enjoy himself. And, failing that, not to make me miserable as well. Grrrr... I'm just very pissed off at him right now. I ended up crying at the pub, and I HATE crying in public. Granted, there were very few people there, but still. Maybe I was being oversensitive tonight, but I have to ask: why are men so clueless?
P.S. Green-lipped mussels in garlic sauce followed by burgundy chicken. And not nearly enough glasses of wine.
