Waiter: I'm going to need to see your ID.
Me: *hands him my ID*
Waiter: Wow, you're even older than I am!
Except for the part where Raj proceeded to add, "You're the oldest one here!" Yep.
We were at dinner with two of his friends from med school (where, by the way, he is one of the oldest students in his class). After dinner, we were going to Will on the Hill, which was a fundraiser for the Shakespeare Theater. They get Senators, Representatives, media types and other members of the DC nerderati to put on a Shakespeare spoof to raise money for their education programs. (This year, also Tim Daly of television's Wings and Taye Diggs, a.k.a. Private Practice.) I bought Raj the tickets for his birthday a couple of months back. Because I am an excellent girlfriend, I bought front row tickets so he'd have plenty of leg room. Also, they cost the same as all of the other tickets.
We had some time to kill between dinner and the show, so we stopped off for dessert. At Red Velvet Cupcakery, where Raj decided that probably we needed not two, but three cupcakes.
We took them over to the Navy Memorial (as one does) and had a little dessert picnic. And discovered a difference between us so divisive as to rock the very core of our relationship.
Internet, he prefers the crappy whipped creamy frosting! Over good thick buttercream frosting!
We appreciate your respect for our privacy as we work through this difficult matter. Seriously, you think you know a person. And what does it say about me if the person I'm dating exhibits such complete lack of good taste?
Anyway, it did kind of work out for the best because he was happy to eat the coffee cupcake with the crappy frosting, leaving me to eat the cookie cupcake with the amazing frosting with no argument from him.
The cheesy motivational speakers were right: it really is our differences that make us stronger.