Schatz is away this week for training. And really, it shouldn’t bother me that much. I mean, right now we’re still in limbo, not living together- so it’s not like I see him very often throughout the week. But, it’s … Continue reading
No- not like that. Jeeze, I’m going to be a married woman, I don’t go trolling in bars trying to get picked up.
What I’m actually talking about is the experience of getting picked up by someone you love at the airport. Whether it’s a fiance, mother, son, brother, etc. The experience is not one that I’m overly familiar with. In all honestly, I never flew too many places on my own before I was a working gal. However, in the recent years, I’ve been able to experience that exhilarating feeling of having someone wait for you at the arrivals baggage claim- and it’s amazing.
I’m going to be perfectly honest. I wasn’t much of a dater before I met Schatz nor was he. We both were people who kind of saw trying out several dates to be a waste of emotional time and capital. I’d like to think it could be because I’m such a fragile little flower to get to know someone and then have them break my heart- or something like that. At any rate, while this worked relatively well for Schatz and I (after all, we found each other), this also left a bit of a gap in our date night ideas space. I mean, we didn’t have past date ideas to work off of. At least not to the expense of most other people.
So Friday night, Schatz called and said- meet me at the restaurant I have a surprise for you. Well, unfortunately, we had other plans that conflicted (that I forgot to communicate) so we had to delay our date night. Schatz was wanting to commemorate our dating anniversary-which he does occasionally and very sweetly. So, we were originally contemplating a movie- but alas, our movie tastes are so varied and neither of us could agree on a movie.
But the weather has been nice, so I recommended mini-putt. After a wonderful dinner at a local restaurant, that included having a “Grown-Up Dreamsicle” Soda, we got to the mini-putt complex and decided that the everyone else in the world must have been thinking along the same lines as us. Bummer!
So instead, we decided to spend some time in the batting cages and in the arcade. Let me just say, I rocked the Casbah! Especially since this gal was never a I was a freaking heavy hitter. I also kicked Schatz’s butt in air hockey. And he kindly won enough tickets for me to get a beloved “sticky hand”. Overall, I was a happy date. Our dinner was more expensive than the fun we had acting like teenagers at the arcade. And it was fun. I hadn’t sat in a racing car chair in forever. And apparently driving for real has made me a much better fake Nascar driver.
I guess what this made me realize, overall, was that it is so important to just keep trying to do new things, anything with your significant other. If you love each other, you’ll have a blast no matter what, and spending time with one another is the reason you’re doing this whole dating thing (and in our case marriage thing). Get out there and act like a kid.
If anyone has any great date night activities- I’d love for you to share in the comments below.