On the very first date I went on with Vincent, we went to Le Relais de L’Entrecôte, which is legendary for their "steak frites". Infact, so legendary that they don't even offer you a menu at all and just ask you "how you like it?" (Which can be a very dirty question if you don't know that they're asking you how you would like your steak prepared.) Vincent obviously didn't know that I was vegetarian. When my plates of steak in a sauce with a side of french fries arrived he asked me, "Oh God, you're not one of those girls who doesn't eat." A valid question as I'm a waify thing. I answered him by eating a french fry off my plate. It took a while but he finally understood that I'm a vegetarian. (He understands it but can't ever agree.) Then he ordered me a plate of just fries, which made me feel like a slob, but oh well. The sauce was delicious.

For dessert we had chocolate and almond covered profiteroles. 

When we first entered the restaurant, someone had asked me if I was ready to take their order. (Wherever I go people always believe that I work there. Strange.) Anyway, the workers also believed that I worked there and sent me to the table where Vincent was seated. He was begininng to think that he had lost me. Luckily, it had been raining that day and Vincent stood up and draped the coat over my shoulders and asked me to be seated. 

Later the manager came over to apologize for the confusion and then she offered me a job (I was a waitress for about five minutes but I guess she thought I did well.) I said that I would love to and I have been enjoying working at Le Relais de L’Entrecôte after class and before Vincent comes home from the firm.

Either way, that was our very first date and I have been smitten since. Most men take off your coat, but Vincent gave me his. He's never been conventional, but then again neither am I.
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