My boyfriend drove me to our date in a car that I had never seen before.
He hadn’t told me he was getting a new car, so I was taken aback.
When he came out, he asked if I liked it. He claimed to have purchased it that afternoon, and it had only five miles on the odometer. I thought it was a nice car until he refused to let me get in without first taking my shoes off. He told me that he didn’t want me to wear perfume in the future because it would clash with the current car odor. I inquired as to whether there was anything else I couldn’t do. He looked at the car and told me not to touch the heating, ventilation, or air conditioning system, or the stereo. They were cutting-edge, and he didn’t want me to break anything. I couldn’t say anything. I stood there with my mouth open and my eyes wide, unable to say anything. I couldn’t believe I couldn’t touch the heating, ventilation, and air conditioning system, or the stereo. I eventually asked him if he was certain he wanted me in his car. He looked at the car and then asked if my friend and I could use it tonight. The stereo was subpar, and my air conditioning didn’t work nearly as well as his, but it was old, and I could wear my shoes if I wanted. I slammed the door, causing soda to spray all over the car as well as the heating, ventilation, and air conditioning system buttons, and told him I would never go out with him again. He called me a spoilsport, even though I wasn’t a jerk.