flea! There was some clarification I wanted to make re: pictures at provocateuse, and now I've forgotten it. Which has little to do with you, since there's no information here, but I was hoping that typing this out would jog my stupid memory.

And what's this going to a bar to meet people thing?

That strikes me as hard.

Was having a conversation or two about accepting stuff in restaurants from strangers. If a guy at the bar (especially when I can't tell which one) pays for a coffee to be sent to my table along with his number (I'm alone), what do I do? Detroit reflexes tell me to run, now and fast. Basically, I just don't like that method of approach, and in Detroit if I drank and didn't take the number, I'm setting myself up to be challenged in the parking lot. If I drink and do take the number, then I'm to be congratulated in the parking lot. If I don't drink, and stay--reproach. If I bolt, then maybe I can make it to my car before he realises what happened. Otherwise more chastisment in the parking lot.

I've been assured that that's just me having been burnt, that in LA I can drink the coffee and take or leave the number as I see fit without any hassle.

Personally, I'd much rather he came over to talk to me.

The quiz doesn't work for married people -- I scored as a quirkytogether, but most of my answers were lies.

It's generally considered acceptable to send back food you don't like

Really? I'd only send it back if it tasted wrong, but not if I just didn't like it.

I don't think there is a way to send anything back without looking like a dick.(Well, one time I got a soda that somebody had forgotten to put the syrup in.) But I really hate when Stepmonster pulls this particular stunt. More than half the time, I suspect that it is not, say, a ruined entree but her way of putting everyone at the restaurant "on notice" that she eats out a lot and doesn't have to take any crap. Groan. Because it's always loud and elaborate, and...

I refused a glass of wine once in college (in the presence of my boyfriend where the bartender was a friend of his). They tried to argue it with me, I said, "I drink this stuff all the time, and that doesn't taste right." Bartender admitted she'd given me the last of a bottle that had been open for a while and gave me a free glass.

Never argue with a college student over the taste of cheap wine.

in LA I can drink the coffee and take or leave the number as I see fit without any hassle.

Reminds me of a comedian's bit on guys who buy her drinks. "Buddy, you gave me a drink, not a kidney."

If I ordered Shrinp Scampi and it was cold, or greasy or the shrimp was off, I'd send it back. If I ordered it and it turned out I didn't like how Shrinp Scampi tastes, I'd eat it and think "well, I won't order THAT again."

Gah. Can I go home? I never want to take steroids ever again.

I'm alone in the office. I just got up from a nap under my desk.

Unfortunately, big client is processing their payroll, which means every so often I get an email asking me to manually edit some record (because the system is locked for the processing).

It's generally considered acceptable to send back food you don't like -- why should wine be treated differently?

Honestly, I think people should send food back only if it's not prepared properly, like a steak ordered rare is delivered well-done, or the pasta al dente is actually crunchy.

I just feel you should know what you're ordering, food- and wine-wise. If you don't know what steak tartare is like, you might be in for a shock when it's served, but that doesn't mean it was prepared wrong. And ordering a cabernet when you only drink riesling -- that doesn't mean the wine is "bad."

I'd only send it back if it tasted wrong, but not if I just didn't like it.

Is there that much of a difference? Barring something obvious like "there's a fingernail in my soup," isn't "wrong" mostly a matter of taste?