We return to my house after a long day of shopping (your treat of course). You helped me pick out the sexiest low cut dress and fuck me pumps to wear out on date night tonight. I proceed to show off the dress you bought me, before beginning to get ready for the night. I'm rambling on about how nice and luxurious the restaurant/club is, how horny I am, and how I can't wait to end the night with some steamy hot sex. I begin applying "my dick sucking lipgloss", and casually mention "my date" as a look of shock spreads across your face. You mutter out pathetically that you thought YOU were my date tonight. The laughter practically pours out of me. YOU?! AS IF! You're just some horny geek who lets me drain his credit cards before I meet up with real men! If you're lucky I might let you go on cleanup duty. IF you're lucky!