You eat steak at a steak dinner. You eat turkey at a turkey dinner. What the hell do you eat at a candlelight dinner?
I’m sorry, but I’ve recently developed a hatred for candlelight dinners. They’re stupid, and, consequently, they’re now on my list of “things that make you go derp” – along with dancing Santas, fannypacks, and anything that spews out of Donald Trump’s face-hole.
Normally I love romance. I’m the most romantic person on the planet. My ideal date consists of walking on a beach where the water is 90% chocolate and 10% strawberries… and 10% roses… and 100% unicorns. There will be no math on this date.
But I draw the line at candlelight dinners. Candlelight dinners were created by ugly people. Think about it. The true reason why they’re “so romantic” is because you don’t have to see the person sitting across from you.
The whole concept is offensive. If someone invited me to a candlelight dinner, I’d immediately assume they were calling me hideous. It’s like, “Hey, honey; we’re eating in the dark, because your face looks like a deformed baboon’s ass.”
And while I’m at it, why is candlelight still around? Do people rely on it? Candlelight isn’t very practical. Eons have passed since the invention of candles. Now we have light bulbs – a much brighter idea.
Candles don’t make it easier to see. Move on. If you must use a candle, at least use it to enhance a different sense; because candles certainly make it easier to smell.
Wait. Hold up. Candles improve bad odors. So now, not only does my date think I’m fugly, but he also thinks I smell like cat pee.
I can’t win. Could it be my cologne? Do I sweat too much? Perhaps I should try that new Britney Spears perfume. What was it called again… Believe? Fantasy? Trailer Park Mystery?
Getting back to the point, no good comes from Candlelight Dinners. They’re insulting, inefficient, and even a safety hazard. They are dangerous. I mean, what if, say, because there’s no real light in the room, my partner accidentally knocks over a candle? Well golly; nothing says I love you like a face full of fire.
If my boyfriend burned his face off, there’d only be one way I could look at him again… we’d be having candlelight dinners for eternity.