Date night is my favorite night.
Every weekend, my guy and I have dedicated one night to being “date night”. Usually Friday – unless something is going on – then we make it Saturday.
We typically do dinner, or drinks, or dinner and drinks, or drinks and drinks (wink). Whatever it is that we have planned to do (and i do mean planned, because if it isn't a priority in the calendar than something else will be), I always look forward to it.
We of course do many other things together regularly – picnics, brunch, popcorn and a Netflix series on the couch (currently on episode 7 of Orange Is The New Black), morning Starbucks in the park, and so on – but there is something seriously special about finally sitting down with a glass (errrr, bottle) of sauvignon blanc and a good meal and sharing all that we didn’t get the chance to during the week.
Like the time he got pulled over, or what's new with the old friend I got dinner with, or a success or failure we had at work, or the funny noise my car is making.
We also talk about serious stuff – like marriage and where we should book our next vacation and what we thought of the listings our realtor sent us.
I sometimes wonder if we didn't have that special time set aside... how much of eachother’s weeks (and life) would we end up missing out on? Especially since it just keeps going by faster and faster.
I rely on it. We relax, unwind and reconnect – all over the course of a few hours – at basically three of the same restaurants (don’t fix what isn’t broken).
There are many things I would credit with the two of us “getting right” in our relationship that has kept us together and over the moon eleven years later, but I would say the fact that we’re still “dating” is up there pretty high on the list.
The weekend is coming. Make a reservation – for two.