When we last left our Princess (you), she was getting ready to go on a much anticipated date with the supposed man of her dreams. Though, he was not quite adding up to what she expected. We now bring you back to when the Princess had ventured inside her home to change into the red Gucci dress her Prince had brought her…
“The dress is yours, Princess. Just no dessert for you. Don’t want you popping out of the dress too soon!” he snaps with a wink. Your Prince is a joker, you’ll give him that, but the way he calls you ‘Princess’ seems to excuse anything he can say or do. Not to mention the Gucci you are about to put on. This is going to be an interesting date to say the least.
You hurry inside and slip on the dress. You look in the mirror and feel rich and classically beautiful. You walk out of the house in your best supermodel slink and pose at your front door waiting to hear his response. You are a bit disappointed to see that he is already in the car and still on the phone. You relax your pose and walk over to the car where you open your own door. No biggie, you think, he’s just busy with work. How else can he afford all this? He finishes his phone call and looks over at you. “Much better”, he smiles. No sooner can you smile back than the car is already in 6th gear down the highway to the restaurant.
You had high hopes for the night but when you get to the restaurant, your prince is already back on his cell phone. He dismisses the hostess rudely as she seats the both of you. You sink into your chair in embarrassment. You try to ignore him on the phone by reading through the menu. There’s no more excuses you can make for him now. He’s just a dick.
When the waitress comes to take your order, she looks to you to see what you would like. He jumps in and orders lobster and an expensive wine for himself. When the waitress looks back at you, trying to hide her disgust as his attitude, he yells at her. “I’m not finished yet. The lady will have the house salad with a balsamic vinaigrette. Get her some ice water with lemon. No bread and no croutons. She’s watching her weight. That’s all.” He does his usual dismissal hand motion to send her away.
“See, I look out for you”, he smiles sweetly. His attempts at being charming are doing nothing more than to make you vomit at this point. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry or walk away from the table right there. For sum unknown reason, you decide to stick through the dinner. If anything, you’ll have a dress and a story at the end of it. The meal comes and he enjoys his juicy lobster while you pick at your lettuce. You listen to him go on and on about himself and how wonderful he is in between his phone calls and texts that he can’t seem to ignore.
At least, the meal has ended and the check has arrived. He looks at you and says, “Well, since this is our first date, it’s only appropriate to split the bill.” It looks like you are paying for your Gucci after all. He has you literally split the bill. You end up paying for half his lobster dinner! He then has the nerve not to leave a tip. He claims the service was bad. You used to work as a cocktail waitress and know the system. As you pick up to leave and he is distracted with yet another call, you make your way to the waitress and slip her a $20. You thank her and apologize for his behavior. You are beyond mortified.
As you sit in the car and rethink the horrible date, your brain goes into overdrive. You are the Halloween Queen. This prince has no idea who he just crossed. You know this is going to be a date that you’ll remember, but now it will be for the most devious reasons imaginable. You are going to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget. It’s time to put the princess away and bring out the demon he has awakened. He pulls up to your house and looks over at you. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he smiles. Oh yes. Oh yes, you are.
to be continued.….