Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Date Night

It was a hot August night when I went on a blind date to Denny's with a pretty cute guy. When he parked the car, he hit the concrete block jerking us both forward and I said, "Well, I guess this means we're here."

Last weekend we went to a movie as Cute Guy declared it Date Night. When it was time to go, he went out the door first and then let it fly in my face. I got in the car and told him that when Barack and Michelle go on a date, I bet he doesn't let the door hit her on the way out. He said, "Barack doesn't even have to hold the door open for himself let alone his wife."

After the movie, we walked to the parking lot and wandered around for a bit because neither one of us remembered where we parked the car. Thirty three years after that Denny's date, we're still a couple of smart asses trying to find our way.

4 comments:

  1. Ahhhh yes... true love never dies...it just festers and occasionally explodes. That's what you get when you mix and Irish/German women with and Italian/Frenchmen ....

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  2. Awww, that was precious1 And it's true dat, mama. Just keepin' it real...fo sho ;)

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  3. At the risk of being the first non-family member to comment, here I go: your Denny's story reminds me of my first encounter with my current spouse--let's call him--Doc. After a free Rolling Stones movie at the Brook Theater in Tulsa with some friends who introduced us and then skipped town, we stayed up until about 4:00 am talking in the driveway. When it was time for him to go, I remembered something our friends told me when they called that day. They wanted us to meet so I could introduce him to Jewish girls upon his return to Oklahoma, since he was somehow unable to recognize them if he saw them. As he stood with one foot in his car door, ready to leave in the dawning light, I asked, "Oh, do you know Carol Simon and the Neuwald sisters?" He said, "Sure!" and it was a done deal. Can you hear my heart go pitter pat?

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