Women's Work?

A friend set me up on a blind date once that I will never forget. For a week ahead of time, I asked her and asked her how old this guy was. Her only answer was, "I am really bad with ages … but you'll like him." I should have known I was in trouble! On the appointed day and time, he showed up at my door with flowers in his hand. He was a LOT older, but I figured what the heck, and got in his car. He had promised to take me out to lunch at a "special place", but instead, we just seemed to be driving and driving. As we drove, he informed me that his son (who was older than I was), was currently in jail for beating up his wife. His other son was apparently in some kind of trouble as well, and on the run somewhere in Florida. He assured me they were both "good kids" though. He also told me he was 65 and retired (I was 24). Finally, after driving an hour and a half, we reached that special lunch place. It was a tiny diner that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. We went in, and I ordered a salad plate, not trusting much else from the look of the place. When I tasted the potato salad, I realized it had spoiled. I ate some lettuce on the side of the plate. He proceeded to order 4 dinners and wolf them down at the speed of light. In between bites, he asked me if my parents were still alive. I had no idea why he wanted to know, but I assured him they were. He smiled and told me that was great news, because after we got married, he wanted to move to South Carolina, buy a bed and breakfast, and run it with me and my parents. Apparently, my mother and I would run it, while he and my father fished … because "everyone" knew that women were supposed to do all the work and serve the men. I about choked on my lettuce. Needless to say, the ride back to my place was filled with awkward silences. After turning his offer of a movie down and telling him no to a second date, I ran inside and vowed to never go on a blind date again!

— Megan, 28

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