When Rosa asked me out on a real date (as opposed to the not-a-date-date) I was a jumble of nerves. When she picked me up in the morning I could feel the butterflies in my belly.

At the restaurant, I ordered coffee, steak, and eggs. I decided it was a hard week at work, I was on a date, I was the one paying, and I was going to treat myself! After all, I did say it was on me last time.

The food was great and my company was better. I truly had a great time sharing the morning with her, laughing and enjoying each other. When it came time to pay our waitress asked who was paying. At once, Rosa and I both said, "It's on me!" We looked at each other and I insisted it was my turn to pay. In what is now the way we choose to solve many things, we decided who was going to pay by playing rock, paper, scissors.

Rock, paper, scissors!

-Tie

Rock, paper scissors!

-Tie again

With each tie, we grew louder and more competitive. When I tell you everyone in that restaurant was invested in our standoff - I mean everyone. After several heated rounds, she won and paid for the very expensive steak that I would have NEVER ordered had I known she was going to pay.

Needless to say, I made sure to pay for our next date, and the one after that.