This post is late because last night, Linda and I were celebrating an anniversary. Fourteen years ago, we had our first date. Prior to that, we had gone out two or three times (she asked me out first), but our night out on May 5th was our first official date because of how it ended up. It started at a café, with me in my usual tactless way, asking Linda, “So, what do you think is going on here?” – meaning, what did she think was going on with us - and with her answering in her usual, play-it-cool way, “N..nothing. Why?” After an hour or so of tentative and neurotic conversation, the date ended with us making out like our ship was going down. So, it was a good first date, and it deserves remembering.
166 days old