I went on a date with a younger girl. She was 22. She'd finished her degree in chemistry, so I was expecting that she'd be somewhat grown up, despite her young age. I picked her up at her apartment and when she opened the door, there was some really awful pop music playing. I asked her who the singer was, and she said that it was Justin Bieber. "Justin Beaver?" I asked. She corrected me and told me that she would LOVE LOVE LOVE to go to one of his concerts.
Realizing that this girl wasn't as mature as I'd assumed, I decided that instead of going to the Italian restaurant I had in mind, we'd try something a little younger.
We went to McDonalds.
She ordered a Happy Meal. The first thing she wanted to do was play with the toy, but I wouldn't let her. I told her that she had to eat all of her Chicken McNuggets first. During dinner, she talked about her favorite bands and about how she wished she could save all the stray dogs in the world.
After she finished her McNuggets, she decided that she wanted to play in the McDonalds Playland for a little while. I wasn't in a hurry, so I let her play while I talked to some of the other parents. After half an hour, I told my date that it was time to go. She threw a fit and started crying. I reminded her that I let her play for quite a while, and it was getting late. "Fine!" she said, stomping her feet as we left.
By then, it was well past eight p.m., so I decided to take her home because it was nearly her bedtime. She invited me inside and asked if I'd like something to drink. "Whatever you're having," I answered. She brought me a glass of milk. We chatted while we drank our milk. At one point, I thought I said something wrong, because she looked very upset. But then I realized what the problem was. I pulled her close and patted her on the back until she burped. Then she was happy again.
After this experience (and it's not an isolated experience), I'm wondering what has happened in society. Twenty-two used to seem pretty grown up. But now it seems like the maturity of a lot of twenty-two-year-olds is what you'd expect of fourteen-year-olds twenty years ago.
Despite her immaturity, I'm going to go out with her again. But only because she's hot. I have standards, after all.
