Steak Through My Heart

It appears that I'll be going to a Steak Dinner Party where I'm to "bring my significant other." Ha! I suppose I get two steaks because of late, I can't help but shake the feeling that I may, perhaps, indeed be utterly undateable. And now I'll have to further suffer the indignity of having to tell people that I'll throw in a steak to sweeten the deal. I feel nauseous at the thought of having to offer red meat to someone to make an evening with me and my crazy coworkers seem bearable. Nauseasous at both the prospect of asking someone out and naseasous at the thought of having an evening with me and a free meal be not enough for even a maybe.