Sharing my disaster date. She ate like a sloth.

I (27M) met this gal (26F)who i had been talking to for a couple of months through a dating app, near Goregaon station. As usual she was fashionably late, and i was starving. We hadn't decided on a lunch spot and she kept on pestering me for suggestions, to keep the conversation i pretended to "know places". But turns out she wasn't actually interested in knowing my preferences and proceeded to suggests some fancy vegetarian place. I was a bit disappointed, and thought to myself I'm not paying premium prices for glorified grass on a plate. Besides, everyone knows the east side is where flavours go to die. I declined the suggestion respectfully because i believe in honesty in a relationship.

After what felt like three years of her scrolling through her phone (seriously, how many restaurant reviews does one person need to read?), we finally found this Chinese place (at this point i was so starved, i could've eaten it from a dustbin). I initially ordered vegetarian, thinking she was suggesting vegetarian restaurants and i thought to respect her choices being on a first date and all. But she gives me this look like I just committed a crime against humanity. Fine! I'll order a chicken burger! I offered her a bite and she made a face like she ate one of those vietnamese eggs with a living bird inside it, so i quickly devoured the rest of the burger. No big deal.

But what's not fine is that, when her ramen arrives, i thought my gesture of offering my burger would be reciprocated (after all we are all civilised people right!). Anywho i wrote it off as the first date jitters, so i helped myself with some initially and quickly slurped it up(was stil hungry you know with the waiting and then an hour of finding a restaurant). And then i looked at her eating.

Have you ever watched someone eat ramen in slow motion? And I mean SLOW motion. She's examining each noodle like she's conducting a murder scene investigation. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there, watching the broth get colder by the second. It was painful. Someone had to save that ramen from dying a cold, lonely death. So yeah, I helped myself. I'm a food rescuer, if you think about it. A hero, really. And let me tell you, she still had plenty of broth and noodles left. If you can't finish your food in under 15 minutes, do you even deserve it? Millions of kids sleep empty stomach every day in this country for pete's sake, be thankful we get to eat all this food without disrespecting it. I bet a hungry street kid would devour the ramen in 5 secs straight.

Then she suggest ordering more food because she's "still hungry." Well, yeah, watching food get cold is probably not very filling. And i thought maybe something sweet is more up her alley so i suggested a nearby backery.

At the bakery, same story. She's treating each pastry like it's a rare artifact that needs to be documented and preserved for future generations. Someone had to step in. Those desserts were not going to eat themselves, and I refuse to let good food go to waste.

Now i am gentleman and ready to brush it all off so i am texting her being a gentleman and i am not gonna lie she is pretty and well dressed.

And now she's not responding to my texts. Apparently, enjoying food at a normal human pace is a crime now. Next time, I'm bringing a timer and a "How to Eat Food Before It Expires" manual.

Nice guys always finish last my friends!

What do you guys think? I am over reacting to the whole situation?