Beware of Freeloaders

Hello again good people! It is I once again! Pondering! I have pondered for so long and written many a blog entries in my head. I was just too lazy to actually type. Now before I catch up on what chapters you have missed in my life. I will start with the most recent events.

Rose went on a sort of, kind of date! And no, before you think this blog will be converted to the diary of a young and love struck couple think again… Now I won’t paint a Da Vinci kind of picture of my date. I will summarise it; Well?!!!

Yep! That was the summary. I want to be a Jesus person and edify people. I will restrain myself from hurting feelings any more than I did yesterday. Let your imagination run wild. I am not letting.

In other news I was having a chat with my cousin; cackling like mad women today about certain repetitive incidents in her friend’s life. Her friend has expensive taste. There is nothing wrong with that. It’s just that she keeps finding herself having dates with people who seem to see an invisible dollar sign on her forehead.

There is one incident where she had a date with a chump. The guy first shamelessly orders before his date arrives. The woman finds the guy stuffing his face with his meal. The lady orders her meal and they chat. Have a jolly good time. Then the bill shows up. Normally some people will allow that awkward feeling of whether to go dutch (split the bill) or one of them volunteers. Or in this case since it was a date and the dude set it up, he would pay the bill. But NOOOOOOO this ‘genius’ literally shoved the bill at his unsuspecting date. And the woman foots the bill.

Now if you are wooing me; logic dictates that if you choose a place that you can afford. If I insist on a place and you are not comfortable with say so. And the unspoken rule of meeting up with people is that each person pays their own bill. If it is a date in most cases the dude will pay. If the mamasita has expensive taste just tell her you can’t afford it. If she is uncomfortable with your joint after kindly expressing your financial constraints and she still insists. Ditch her!

In another incident that involved me and some friends. We discovered the impeccably dressed and chummy lass we would chat with; was actually a free loader. And this discovery came one fine lunch time. I offer to buy my pal lunch. And the common, freeloading, pal bumps into us and says she will join us. I remember saying out loud to my pal that I had some extra cash to spare and I wanted to treat her to lunch. Now we order lunch and chat.

And the malignant tumour aka the bill is brought. The freeloader didn’t even have the audacity to look at the bill. She just picked her teeth and acted blind. I paid the bill. I spared myself from yelling at her because after the day I had had; I would have stabbed her with the fork she used and the toothpick she was using.

And the moral of the story; next time you want to spend time with someone; anyone make sure you carry your own cash. Alternatively meet at a place that does not require you to spend a cent. Catch my drift!