The question is, what does "7:30" mean?
Does it mean "Of course I'm feeding you, it's dinnertime!" or does it mean "I'm assuming you've had supper already, how about some coffee?" (This quandary applies to any time frame between 4 and 10, come to think of it.)
One 7:30 date matter-of-factly took me to Starbucks while I attempted to hush my growling belly. Therefore, prior to the following 7:30 date, I stuffed myself with two bowls of whole-grain cereal, only to be ushered into a scrumptious milchig restaurant. Not wanting to dissuade such chivalrous conduct by claiming fullness, nor desiring to appear anorexic, I fell upon my sword—I mean my gnocchi.
That left me woefully unprepared for the next 7:30, since I did not wish to strain the waistline of my skirt yet again, but he hustled me into—you guessed it—Starbucks.
Perhaps the guys could make it simpler if the exchange went as follows:
"7:30, then? We'll get coffee."
"7:30, then? We'll have supper."
Three little extra words. Makes a world of a difference.