Fancy Dinner, Your Credit Card

Went to a fancy restaurant tonight and the food was almost as pretty as me. Salmon with balsamic drizzle, sashimi arranged like a flower, the kind of plates you take photos of before eating. So I did.

Five courses and I did not look at the bill once. That is the beauty of being me. Someone else handles the check and I handle looking good at the table. It is a fair trade if you think about it.

I love places that plate food like art. It matches my energy. Everything in my life should look expensive and carefully arranged. From the food on my plate to the clothes on my body to the man paying the bill.

If you want to take me somewhere like this, make sure the restaurant has at least four stars. I have standards and my stomach has taste. Both are non-negotiable.