Did she really order that?

I'm sure you've been here before: You go to dinner with this new fantastic guy, peruse through the menu, which is taking forever to decide upon what you really want to eat. You are starving due to the fact that you have barely eaten all day in the hopes that the fantastic little number you chose to wear will look as fabulous on you as it did the miniscule mannequin in the store window. This was my predicament last night. Only after ordering what I thought would be a nice ground sirloin on ciabatta, came out as this monstrosity of ground meat topped with an even larger onion ring, smothered in something they call mofo mustard, complete with lettuce, tomato, pickles and to complete my overflowing plate, waffle fries. A true Midwest serving of grease with a heaping pile of fat on the side. What did he order? A salad with Italian dressing and a Peroni beer. Yes, can you say role reversal? It actually ended up being a very funny bit of conversation and even though I was hungry to the point of actually gnawing off my arm, due my slightly nervous state, I only ate about a fourth of the sandwich and maybe 5 fries. However, not even on a good day with close friends, could I or would I ever consume the ginormous pile of meat, bread and fried starch which was my meal. Next time I'll stick to soup and salad.