Now that I think about it tho.....he was full into the A when this happened and so I guess being casually touched by her was not a big deal for him. It was attention.
Being touched by a stranger would bug me.
Just a comment.
[This message edited by LA44 at 7:13 PM, June 10th (Monday)]
I remember my WH and I having dinner one time (pre-A) at Outback and the waitress was really laying it on thick with WH and WH was eating it up. Until I stared her down and said "I'M the one who leaves the tip" while doing the whole one eyebrow raised thing. She got the message.
*Somewhere, far away from here, I saw stars. Stars that I could reach.*
I guess remembering her was another reminder as to how far over the line he had crossed even though I didn't know it at the time. He made excuses for her bc he was doing WAY MORE then that with someone else!
I'm still shocked when we get a waitress who hasn't figured that out...
DD#2: 9/28/2010 with a follow up on 1/28/2011 where he decided to come clean about the EA actually being a PA.
The OW could have been anybody and both turned out to be nobody special.
"I'M the one who leaves the tip"
I love that!
I have waitressed in the past too, and never once did I feel up my customers, either.
One flirted with my H once while serving us. I laughed outright at her. She stopped.
Walk a Mile In My Shoes
Married 14 yrs. Now Separated & in NC
2 grown DD's - his from previous M
4 grown kids (2DS, 2DD) mine from previous M
If my fiancÚ and I were at dinner and someone was being overly flirty and touching him, I would expect him to say something. If he didn't, I would, and he would certainly hear about it at home.
At least the current man "only" cyber-cheated.
"Love means never having to say you're sorry."
Well we get to our table, and our waitress comes over, gives me this once over and DISMISSES ME! She was leaning into my fiance, and giggling, and touching his arm, asking him what she could do for him. I said "well for starters you could take OUR drink order" She looked at me, looked back at him and started rattling off the beer list. I said "We will have a two waters, thanks". So, she leaves, and I said "I don't like the way she's flirting with you, and treating me like I'm not even here". He was oblivious. He can never tell when a woman flirts or comes on to him.
So, we put in our dinner order....she was still barely acknowledging me, and my anger was rising. Our dinners came, and she squats down really close to my fiance and says "We offer fresh baked cookies for dessert, but the orders have to go in when dinner comes out. I'd really like to bake cookies for you, on the house." He says "Sure!" because he doesn't turn down free food. I was seething. I told him "you will not take a bite of those cookies." So, eventually the check comes, and she hands him a restaurant card and says "This is my personal phone number, you should call me." And that, friends, is where I Lost.My.Shit.
I stood up and yelled "I WANT A MANAGER RIGHT NOW!" Two managers come running over and I gave them the rundown on slutty waitress and how she was "taking care" of MY boyfriend all night culminating in trying to give him her phone number. I said "This is VALENTINE'S DAY, you can't tell that we're TOGETHER as a COUPLE??" and she said "Oh, I just assumed you were his sister, I mean he's so hot and you're..." I said "I'm what? Fat? Ugly? Not worthy of dating such a "hot" guy?" I said "you're lucky you're still standing you fucking slut." Then I told the managers that not only was I NOT paying for this meal, but we'd never, EVER eat there again. The managers were very apologetic, and said of course we wouldn't pay the bill. And then they fired the waitress, right in front of us. Made her hand in her apron and computer card, and walked her out.
The hostess was trying to apologize to me, and told me that was not the first time she blatantly hit on a man in front of his wife/girlfriend/date. The hostess said that slutty waitress told her "ALL men are available, you just have to try."
My fiance was floored because he thought I was imagining things all night until she passed him her phone number. He said that he thought I was going to flip the table over. I almost snatched that skank bald, let me tell you!
Also, we've been together for 9 yrs and we've never been back to that chain.
I waitressed for a long time and I worked with some girls who needed ALL the male attention (not from customers - from the other employees). I used to say they needed all the penises pointed in their direction to feel good about themselves. It's pitiful.
I waitressed for a long time (my dad owned restaurants). When my girls got old enough to be interested in serving, I told them the one thing I learned over the years was to always cater to the woman first when a couple came in together and to be friendly with both but not too flirty with the man because the woman usually decides on the tip.
Yep. My H usually pays with his card and then hands me the slip to tip & sign.
But at the time I saw red an I wanted her head on a platter.
I have never experienced another waitress like her, thank goodness.
In fact, like TearsofLove, most waitress talk to me first, are nice to me first and nice to him second. Most of them seem to know that I decide their tip!
penises pointed in their direction
So can we use the term "Penis Compass" to describe them?
The capper came at the end of the meal, when I asked to buy a tshirt. They were kept on shelves above the bar, which we were seated next to. Waitresswhore literally jumps up on the bar, and bends wwwwaaaaayyyyyy ooovverrrr to stretch to reach his size, wiggling her ass about 3 inches from his head. I leaned back, crossed my arms, and raised an eyebrow at him. When we left he was all, "holy shit, what was that!?"
And you guys are right. Bitchy got no tip (of either variety, ha!).
Yesterday he pulled that tshirt out of the closet to wear and goes, "oh, I'm totally wearing this one because I konw how much you love it!" and I wiggled my ass and rubbed it all over him. Now, we can laugh about it because he acknolwedges that shit happens and is no longer oblivious. Ever.