Can I start by saying I have the perfect husband. Ask
anyone, EVERYONE loves Kris. BUT….he really doesn’t like leaving the house
much. Who can blame him really? After all, I’m usually here. If I ever suggest going out for a meal he
insists on cooking instead. So to my
absolute surprise when I told him I was going out shopping on Thursday night he
said NO. Apparently he had made plans for a movie and takeaway Thai and had
even organised a babysitter. OM(F)G – who is this man and what has he done with
my husband? It all sounded pretty damn good to me but in the spirit of being a
control freak I suggested we go shopping together instead and then eat in at
the restaurant so we could actually talk. He agreed and date night was on!
I must admit I was rather nervous, would we find anything to
talk about. Could I last 3 or 4 hours without checking in with my BFF (iPhone.)
I resolved to keep the BFF out of sight and concentrate on the date. Romantic stop
number one was the Brunswick café for a Coke and some Burger Rings. He had me
at Coke.
We arrived in Bunbury to do the shopping and made the most
of our freedom by buying nappies and wipes.
They weren’t even on special but on date night nothing was going to dampen
my spirit. What a man…sigh…
With the shopping done it was time to start enjoying the fun
part of the evening and we arrived back at the car just in time to witness a
magical sunset over the Golden Arches. Only this time, we weren’t sitting under
those arches opening toys, wiping up spills and doing toilet runs.
Not even a brush with the law could tame our enthusiasm.
Excuse me officer, we are ON A DATE. Can you please let us through? No, the
wine is not open…yet! Yes we’d love an escort, thanks ever so much.
What a magical feeling, strolling through the streets hand
in hand. We both pissed ourselves laughing when we caught our reflection in the
windows. So of course, I took a photo.
We arrived at dinner like a pair of lovesick puppies, all smiles
and hearts a flutter. I was disgusted to find Kris trying to take a swig out of
my wine glass and gave him a quick brush up on the old “b” and “d” table
manners. Wine glasses sorted, it was off to the loo for me and I was so pleased
to encounter a statue of Bertha that I went back with the BFF to get this pic…
Dinner was fantastic, we barely ate anything as we were far
too busy gazing into each other’s eyes, and well, far too full from the Coke
and Burger Rings. On the way back to the car we came across a massage parlour
that was still open. I’ve been desperate for a neck massage the last few weeks
so we thought it was worth a shot. I opted for the 15 minute session and it was
absolute bliss. Laying on the table, music on, feeling his rhythm, hearing his
breath, something warm touched my hand…Oh my, if this is what he can do with
his hands imagine….Unfortunately my thought process was cut short as a group of
people walked past the front door and yelled “Do you do happy endings?” I
stifled the giggles and got off the table, leaving with some Chinese medicine
patches to try overnight and promised to return in a week without my chaperone.
And so began the car trip home to wind up the evening. In
summary:
Snacks $8, Shopping $140, Dinner $73, Massage $40, Getting
caught squatting on the side of the road: PRICELESS! (Yes he took a photo – NO
I won’t be sharing it!)
Amidst all the excitement of the massage and the exhilaration
of the busted wee stop we decided to finish the night off with some light
reading.
Now call me what you will, it was only our first date but
what the heck, I threw caution to the wind (have always wanted to say that) and
let him spend the night. In the morning he made me breakfast in bed and
scrubbed my shower, I think he’s a keeper!
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