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Maybe she didn't want a chocolate bar and preferred what she was going to get.

Maybe this is why I am now single-too high of expectations. If I'm gonna hook-up in addition to a chocolate bar, I want the car running, the heat on, FM radio, a clean vinyl back seat, and handi wipes.

Be careful the chocolate doesn't melt with the heat on.
I'm sure that if she really wanted a chocolate bar, she could have purchased it. Perhaps she had other dessert in mind.

Ya know? I was getting all worried. Maybe I want too much. Maybe I am expecting too much from men. Is it a pipe dream to be "spoiled", treated like a "princess"? Am I crazy?
And then it happened. I heard a voice and no one was in the room. I was alone and heard a devine voice. And do you know what the voice said? I quote: "My Child, the woman was wearing a cave-woman costume..." Well, all was made clear as crystal. The two star-crossed lovers were a perfect match, for the cave-woman had met her very own cave-man.

Now I must rush to the department store to purchase my Princess costume at 50% off before they are sold out.

Don't kiss any frogs on the way.

To me, the idea of chocolate bar seems very romantic. Something about it in the way the writer brought it up. If she wanted she could have bought the whole month of groceries there, but I guess the point was what he could have bought to make the night seem little less dry and pathetically mechanical. I am in favor of a chocolate bar plus a rose

Hate chocolate..Give me ein wurst, please
What is it poorboy sandwich?

Regarding what is a "poorboy" sandwich: I don't know, but it sounds cheap! (read inexpensive).

Maybe if she dressed as Lady Godiva she would have gotten the chocolates! Or you might have quipped, "Chocolates with that?"

But to the main point for my post: I think the name of your blog, "Tales from Register 7", is a great one. You caught my interest just with your title! Imagine all the people you must see every day. Just think: some day you might be able to condense it into a book.

Good blog!

This poorboy sandwich is the cheapest sandwich available. It has no cheese, no tomatoe, no lettuce, no mayo or mustard. Just a dry little sandwich of bun and meat.no bigger than your fist. A down right insult if the notion is to wine and dine.

"If I'm gonna hook-up in addition to a chocolate bar, I want the car running, the heat on, FM radio, a clean vinyl back seat, and handi wipes." Now, I don't care who you are...that's funny!

I think it's easy to take a situation and apply our own interpretations, experiences, judgements etc...

In studying Zen Buddhism, an example I recall hearing was: Take the wind blowing through the tree tops on a sunny afternoon. Someone may experience that and become inspired and translate that into the words of a poem to convey what they felt. But what if all it is, is just the wind, blowing through the tree tops, on a sunny afternoon? Nothing more, nothing less.

Personally, I tend to agree with, "Where is the passion, the romance? He could have splurged and got her a chocolate bar..."

But who knows...I certainly don't. Just sharing a random musing from a deranged mind.

BTW, love the title of the blog as well! That's what caused me to click and read...

Cheers to all!

Very few these days take the time for romance... its our desire for instant coffee..instant food ... instant life... instant gratification ... its a bit Sad!