Let’s Eat What You Want To Eat
A continuation of the preference train. After being dissuaded by the reaction and fishy aura of your man when you told him where you wanted to eat, you get stuck in another dilemma: What to eat. I mean, obviously, you have a restaurant that you wanna go to or there’s a particular dish that you wanna eat—- but your conscience refuses to leave your man out of it.
So, you ask him what he wants to eat. And you get the same ol’ same ol’ “Let’s eat what you want to eat”. Are you the only decision maker in here? Does he have the ability to keep adjusting his palette to match yours? Honestly, this is just impossible and it is clearly a lie.