First date: start preparing a few days/weeks ahead of time. What should I wear? Do these jeans go with that top? What sort of attitude do I want to be projecting? Finally, I have absolutely nothing that I can wear. Let's go shopping! Pick out new jeans and new red tube top. The day of the date- paint finger and toenails red. Put on sparkly body lotions. All the while asking yourself: Is this really a date-date, or is it just a "let's hang out" thing? How do Frenchmen go about dating anyway?
Married date: Dang. You mean when I get home from work I can't change into my sweats? Actually honey, I am too tired from work. Can't I just freshen up my makeup and open a bottle of wine and we will pretend that we at a small cozy bistro, never mind our neighbor's blaring tv? no?
Married with kids date: Let's grab a hotdog and a soda from the IKEA cafeteria after we buy the Björn table for the living room and the Klürstat shelves for the kid's room while they are playing at the IKEA childcare service, then we'll pick them up and stop at the hardware store on the way home before we mount the furniture we bought. Happy tenth anniversary honey!
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It is no secret that once you get married, your efforts to impress the other person (wear something other than sweatpants, put on makeup, do something with your hair other than ponytail, etc) greatly decrease. However, after months of work, apartment, work, studying for patent exam, apartment, apartment, apartment, Alain and I decided to go on a "date".
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6 commentaires:
I love this post. You have it exactly right. It sounds like you had a great time together. I enjoyed a Breton crepe last weekend myself :)
That's why I hate eating at restaurants too - I don't want to sit there for 2 hours when I finish eating in 20 minutes. I'd much rather order in or cook something myself (even though I hate cooking) instead of going to a restaurant.
How sweet! It's great that you two got out and had a romantic dinner, even if it was long.
My French husband has planned a very romantic date for tonight. We found a sitter and are going to see a movie. Gran Torino. Ha! Where's the romance, maybe we will grab a hot dog....
I LOVE that it can take two hours to eat a crépe. It gives you time to wind down and really get into the evening.
I would lock the kids in the cellar.
ha! i love the Married Date section/ It always seems like a good idea at the time but then you get home from work and all you want to do is turn on the tv and open the wine