Holy cow, is it Friday already?
Indeed it is.
Recently, on the twitters, our own Elizabeth Picciuto mentioned that she and her hubby found a sitter and they would be going on their first date in months and months and months. Jokingly, she asked which movie they should see and that was followed by quite a robust list of suggestions of really good dates to go on.
Part of the problem of dates, qua dates, is that they’re people doing something that they normally would *NOT* do. So, for example, if a usual Friday Night ritual involves everybody getting in the car and heading down to the malt shoppe for a burger and chocolate malt, the suggestion that you do something like go down to the malt shoppe but just the two of you is something that… well, it sounds like heaven to *ME*, but I can see how someone might say “that’s not that romantic”.
The best dates that I went on when I was a kid were usually variants on “roller skating at the rink” or “go to the 50’s diner and argue about metaphysics” (actually, that date didn’t end up that well). The absolute *BEST* dates tended to be something like “go out to dinner at a really cheap dinner place followed up by going to The Broadmoor and hitting the REALLY BIG EXPENSIVE RESTAURANT and ordering Baked Alaska (that cost as much as dinner for two at the previous place) and then walking around the pond” but if you’re not in Colorado Springs then that might not be an option. Though, of course, you might have a place in town that does Baked Alaska and a pond and you can just go there instead.
But that got me thinking, if Maribou and I had an evening all planned and then, suddenly, we found that we were free to do whatever we wanted… what kind of date would we go on?
I can see us saying something like “Want to watch one of our shows? Maybe two of them in a row?” and, if we wanted to make it *REALLY* romantic, we’d say “It could be a cheat night!” and then we’d order some forbidden foods and eat while we watched our shows.
But, in the back of my head, there’s the thought “this isn’t what dates used to be like… though, to be quite honest, if they were, maybe I’d have tried to date more.”
As it stands, Maribou and I have schedules this weekend that don’t overlap particularly so the date thing isn’t going to happen (just more chores, and writing blog posts for my Security Plus CRU’s and the usual grind) but there’s a part in the back of my head that says “I should take her on a date.”
Maybe next weekend.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Photo is “Footrace finish line, 1925” from the Seattle Municipal Archives, used under a creative commons license)