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I usually think i have a pretty good grasp of social situations but maybe i fucked up.

Was on my first date with a woman related to my friend. Its going good, we're eating dinner, chatting when she starts playing the question game. "Whats your favorite movie?" , "Whats your favorite song?" ect.

I ask her "Whose your favorite president?"

"Hmm. It would have to be JFK, Ben Franklin, and Obama in that order."

"Oh, but Ben Franklin wasnt president."

"What?"

"He wasn't president. He was a founding father though and its a mistake a lot of people make."

"Maybe its a mistake that you made? Because I guarantee you he was."

"No, he really wasn't im serious." I think its still light so I laugh.

"Ok, one sec." She smirks and reaches into her purse/wallet thing and pulls out a 100 dollar bill.

"Who does that look like to you?"

"Ben Franklin?"

"Ha, there you go!"

I now realize she thinks you need to be a president to be on dollar bill.

"You know Hamilton wasnt president and is on a bill?"

"Google it! Google it!" She shouts in like a fed up laughing tone.

So I do and recite the Wikipedia article on how Ben Franklin was never president.

"Hmm. Ok?"

Complete awkwardness for the rest of the night. My friend later said that she thought I was a know it all and was condescending. AITA?


correcting my date who thought that Ben Franklin was a president

So one thing I'll confess right up front, is that I know I'm the asshole for not acting on my intuition of what I KNEW my family would want when the visited me for the first time in NYC. I come from a pretty simple family, our family's favorite restaurant is Outback steakhouse, my parents eat at Chili's when the travel across the country, their idea of exciting is seeing a new mall, even if all the stores are the same as we have in Tucson. I fucking knew this and i'm kicking myself. I have started drama and one thing my parents love is fucking drama. 

So like I just said I'm from Tucson, AZ. I moved to NYC this past summer to pursue my dream of being a freelance photographer and am basically apprenticing with an older lady who has lived in the city since the 1950s. As such she has shown me the most amazing, off the beaten path things that you would never, ever get on a circle line tour. In over six months of being here, I've only been through times square, I haven't been to ESB or 1WT or statue of liberty. I've absolutely loved it. 

This weekend my parents and two younger sisters came to visit me for the first time since it was a 3 day weekend. My mom was very clear that she wanted an "authentic" New York experience. I was like cool...lets do it. I got them a pretty sweet Airbnb just around the corner from the room I rent from my photographer friend in Brooklyn and set about. I knew there were signs of trouble when I took them to an absolutely amazing Italian place in Bensonhurst that is almost 80 years old. My sisters hated it because the menu was seafood and my mom lectured me that she KNEW that the only place for authentic Italian food is in Little Italy. I tried to tell her that as sad as it is, Little Italy is actually very touristy now and these people were serving dishes they learned from their family when the immigrated from Sardinia. Well the hated it and I saw at their Airbnb the next morning that all the leftovers were in the trash.  The next day was worse because we spent the whole day touring around Brooklyn and Queens and about 5 my sisters starting whining "when are we going to see Times Square?" I told them I thought that the wanted to see authentic New York. They told me all the stuff I was showing them was "boring," sheesh thanks...these were all the places where I've done shoots.  


Sunday my dad's diabetes feet were acting up so they decided to just stay in the Airbnb all day Sunday and actually ordered in grubhub from Hooters. Fuck it, I went and did some work with and Instagram model I do TFP work with. Today I was like cool, lets just go see Times Square and Empire State and part of Manhatten but my mom was absolutely freaked the fuck out by the subway and was worried about getting to LaGuardia on time so we just came back and again spent the day in their Airbnb. My mom blamed me for not booking them a hotel or Airbnb in Times Square because she had no idea I "planted" them so far away from all the activity of the city. 


I just paid a fucking Mint to get them an uber to the airport and on the way my mom sent me an incredibly nasty email basically blaming me for allowing them to spend all their money and see "nothing." I don't even know what to respond because I have email and text after email and text of her explaining to me that they wanted to see "authentic New York." 


I can add more info as needed...but while I admit to being the Asshole for not acting on what I KNEW to be the reality, am I the asshole for acting on what the asked of me?
not taking my parents/sisters to all the touristy spots in NYC, even though they told me the wanted an "authentic" New York experience

I went away to college for three years. I am the youngest of my siblings and none of them went away to school. My school was only 3 hours away, a pretty far drive but doable (I think). My siblings only visited me probably three times in three years. They came only on Family Day every year because there was “things to do” in town (it’s a small town). 

My brother’s girlfriend went to the same school as me. So he visited her quite often. Half the time he wouldn’t come to see me even though he was a five  minute drive from me/have time to see me. The other half the time he wouldn’t even tell me he was in town. I would only find out from my parents asking me if I’d seen him. I frequently got rides with my brothers girlfriend home, and paid her to do so. She didn’t tell me when she was going  home for his 21st and when I asked to ride down with her she told me she was already home. Making me miss my brothers 21st birthday. My fault should have asked he Wednesday, not Thursday for a ride home Friday. 

I told my mom once I wanted my siblings to come up and she told me that it was unfair of me to ask them to put all those miles on their cars and take off work. 

During third year at school, I lost four friends and none of my siblings came to see me. They called me once (or twice) and that’s was pretty much it. Which really hurt since they knew I was struggling with it and had a lot to deal with. 

After another death, I moved back home to heal. However, by this time my brother had moved out state about 7 hours away. My sisters and parents have been giving me a lot of shit for not going to see him yet, since he has bought a house now. 

I don’t feel like I should have to go visit, but my family thinks it’s important and that I’m hurting his feelings by not going. I have a low paying job, student loans to be paying off and a dog. I can’t afford to take off work very often and when I do, it’s for the trillion other family events. I don’t feel obligated to go, especially if he didn’t feel obligated to see me. I just am tired of being made out to be the asshole, when I feel like it’s not me. Am I crazy? 

not wanting to visit my brother

