Since the boy babe turned six months old on Friday I decided it was time to bite the bullet and entrust his care, along with his sister's, to someone else for four hours so Roger and I could remember what it was like to be alone. Yes, it had been over six months since our last date and, therefore, at least that long since we'd been anywhere sans children. It had been so long, in fact, that it felt kinda like a first date. I was nervous. What would I wear? Where would we go? Would we remember how to act in public? Would I try to cut his meat for him? What would we talk about? Would he think I looked pretty? Would the one glass of wine I'd allow myself make me easy? And, if yes, would that be a bad thing?
Turns out our date muscle had not atrophied. We had a great time over sushi and chardonnay. I went a bit crazy, allowing myself a GLASS AND A HALF which made me insanely chatty about things like: What we can do to ensure that Delaney and Waylon grow up to be self-respecting Democrats? Because my parents are Republicans and how did I end up becoming a Democrat when I was surrounded by all that Republican rhetoric and Oh. My. God. What if that happens to our kids??? What if they grow up with Democrats for parents and yet somehow turn into Republicans? Because that would kill me and how can we prevent that? We need a plan! Yeah, I'm a lightweight these days. But my charming chatter didn't seem to bother my husband one bit because he seemed really interested (or maybe it was the blushing cleavage I was sporting).
We ended our date browsing at a bookstore over fancy coffee which should have been romantic but wasn't because we ran into my sister and her family. Look, they're some of my favorite people but they prevented me from making a move on my husband in the computer book section (Not as strange as it sounds. A soused wife pawing him amongst all those C# books...it's gotta be one of my husband's top three fantasies.).
I loved getting dressed up and feeling like a sexy woman again and I had such a good time reconnecting and laughing with Roger. Maybe we'll do it again in a month, or six.