Moronic Youngsters...

Warning--I am about to sound like an old codger. So be prepared!

Ash and I went out to dinner tonight to one of our favorite restaurants--a family owned place called Demos'. There are three or four of them in Middle Tennessee. Kristy might remember the one in downtown Nashville. Anywho, the restaurant is a classy place--old school steakhouse--dim lights, nice jazz music, great food at good prices and excellent service.

So we are sat next to a young couple--about 21 or 22 years old. After a few minutes of hearing their conversation, I realize they are on their first date. This is where "codgerville" kicks in...

The not-so-attractive young man was wearing a red t-shirt with some silly graphic on it, blue jeans and sneakers. And let me tell you-- he needed all the help he could get. The young lady was very attractive--wearing a cut-off jeans mini-skirt, a retro 1970 "football-type" t-shirt and flip-flops. Lovely.

What the muck has the world come to? Don't this kids know how to dress up anymore? Can they actually dress appropriately? This restaurant is nice and you can dress casual, but on a first date? This guy was a total loser. She's chain-smoking. Both seemed to be enjoying each other's company, I suppose.

Towards the end of the meal, he finally asks her where "home" is and she replies "California" and explains how she ended up here. That struck me as very odd. You know, that he would get around to asking about her background at the tail-end of the first date!

After the dinner, he says "so...whatcha wanna do?" Then they go into the whole "I don't know, you decide" rigamarole which comes down to "you wanna go drinkin'?"

You wanna go drinkin'.

Oh. My. God. Magnum.

Not, "hey, how about a few drinks" or "would you like to have a drink somewhere," but "you wanna go drinkin'?"

It's bad enough this complete tool of a "man" didn't even have the night planned out! WTF???

When they got up to leave, I looked at Ashley and said, "we're all doomed." And she knew exactly what I meant.

Would it have killed this idiot (well, both actually) to have worn a pair of khakis and a button down? Or at least a nice shirt? Maybe she could have left the flip flops at home?

When ash and I started dating I wore SUITS! Hell, I even had a badass Beaver-skinned Fedora (still do). I was sure to look nice when I went out with a lovely young thang. And Ash was hot too!

I wanted to bitch-slap both of them.

I just don't know about these youngun's anymore...