Five years ago today, I put on some lip gloss and hoped for the best as I headed out on YET another damn date. This one showed promise... We were going to a play at the Fringe Festival
, and that's something generally reserved for the very cool, or lovers of terrible theater. Whatever. I met him at his office and we drove up to the theater, parking in my friend's driveway. There was something very disarming about his smile, something that gave me a level of comfort with him immediately. Also, his eyes were gorgeous.
The evening carried on into dinner and then drinks on a rooftop patio, we kind of didn't want the night to end. He mentioned his disdain for lip gloss. I applied more, because I'm sassy like that. But then when he dropped
|Drunken self-portrait - Central Park Carriage Ride|
me off, I couldn't give him a kiss goodnight. Lip gloss, you know. He thought I wasn't interested. Imagine his surprise when I called him a few days later and invited him over for dinner. He showed up with wine and a loaf of bread. A loaf of bread he baked himself
, and not using one of those push-button machine things either. That was it, I was hooked.
That date was with the man who is now The Husband, the father of my amazing child, and his smile at the end of a long day still makes me feel like everything is going to be OK.
Happy First Date Anniversary, poo-head. I love you!
What a sweet story! Lip gloss always hooks the men in...hehe. Happy u r Canadian blog hoping!:)
Thanks for stopping by! :)
Awww, this was wonderful! Love really is grand. :O)
WordNerd - Thank you! It's pretty awesome and I hope it lasts forever.
gkbccb - Thanks for stopping by!
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