Date Night

Date night – it’s defined as a pre-arranged occasion on which an established couple, especially one with children, go for a night out together.

It’s been a while since I’ve been on an actual date. Longer than I care to admit. I mean, I’ve gone out with friends, but it’s not anything I’d actually consider to be a “date”. So when Tattoo asked me to dinner, I didn’t hesitate.

We started talking on a Thursday. He asked me for a date on a Sunday. Because of my schedule, Thursday was the first evening I had available to meet.

By Tuesday, I was getting anxious. That’s when I stepped outside my box (read here), and drove up to meet him when prior plans changed.

Here was my view on the drive…

By the time Thursday got here, I wasn’t anxious anymore. I was much more comfortable and able to control what went on (if need be). I was back in my box, and I was ready for anything.

Dinner was great. Conversation was great. I heard funny stories, and told a few of my own. Know what the best part was? He didn’t keep interrupting me when I would talk. He allowed me to get out an entire thought without stopping me to tell me a story of his own. And we were able to talk about things other than cars. And he didn’t try to outdo every word I said. It wasn’t a competition of words. I loved it. It was everything I ever wanted in a conversation. Finally!

I was babysitting one of my favorite Bulldogs….

…and even HE had fun with Tattoo. He must remind him of his old buddy Toby Keith.