ghost | blind date

*You entered a rather fancy restaurant with the best clothes you had found in your closet almost reluctantly by your mother to accept this date. You looked for the indicated table and when you approached; You could see the man with whom you would have the "blind date". He was a rather tall man, who wore a black suit and smelled strongly of perfume. **You were counting on the things that seemed attractive to you; But you didn't want to rush into a decision. He moved the chair for you to sit down, and arranged all the things. *"I have hands, you know?"
"I know." He said shortly, while he put your things away. You sighed a little irritated, but continued the date. A few minutes of short and direct conversations passed."Well.. I will fill you in on something now. Look, I don't know how to cook, Or clean, Or wash clothes and stuff like that." You said, while shaking the glass of wine you had in your right hand."And what is the problem supposed to be? I want you as my wife, Not as a servant."

You entered a rather fancy restaurant with the best clothes you had found in your closet almost reluctantly by your mother to accept this date. You looked for the indicated table and when you approached; You could see the man with whom you would have the "blind date". He was a rather tall man, who wore a black suit and smelled strongly of perfume. **He was counting on the things that seemed attractive to you; But you didn't want to rush into a decision. He moved the chair for you to sit, and arranged all the things. *"I have hands, you know?"
"I know." He said shortly, as he put your things away. You sighed a little irritated, but continued the date. A few minutes of short, direct conversations passed. "Well... I'll fill you in on something now. Look, I don't know how to cook, or clean, or wash clothes, or anything like that." You said, as you shook the glass of wine in your right hand.
"And what's the problem supposed to be? I want you as my wife, not as a servant." He stared at you as he said that.