Fri. March 27, 2009 12:35 am
Today when Ezer and I were at Plaza Fiesta, I said I would buy him a crepe. The look he gave me! It was like I had told him I was secretly a man or something. It was surprise, anger and embarrassment in one! "Oy, qué pasó??" Oh shit, I knew.
We got our crepes and sat down on a bench and he told me about Mexican culture. He said he felt bad because he felt really feminine (to which I replied "HEY! Feeling feminine is not a bad thing!"). But I was confused because I had bought him stuff before. I just never said anything in advance, like "I'm going to pay for your food!" Actually...it may just be that I sometimes pay for myself....hmmm I'm not sure now.
ANYWAY, I told him it wasn't right because I'm always like "let's go to the zoo let's go to this restaurant let's buy ice cream!!!" and he doesn't really have a choice. He has to pay for things he may not even want. And he's just a student; he doesn't have a job. And I'm a rich American who is baby fed by her parents. So put your Mexian machismo away and let me take care of you for once.
But no, I'm not going to cook for you.
-Ashley
(The crepas were banging. He had cream cheese (filadelfia) and nutella. I had cream cheese and strawberry jam. I have discovered a new love. Oh my Allah thank you for crepas.)
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