Ahh, Date night.
It just sounds nice doesn't it?
When I think of date night, I think of looking pretty...
being complimented, gettin' giggly, flirting heavily, not acting my age, and perhaps maybe even getting into some (legal) mischief with the handsome hunk that is my husband.
I never want to stay home on date night. I want to go somewhere--out of the house--just me and my man, my hubbs, my hunk, my honey, my love. It doesn't have to be fancy. In fact,I don't like fancy. Just tell me I look pretty, open doors for me, and take me out of the house and I'll be happy.
My husband knows this...and at times, takes advantage of my pure desperation to get away from little people and laundry.
Date night may end up being at Academy, to look at a new shotgun or something, but he's still always a gentleman--opening doors, holding my hand (more like leading me around), and generally just charming my pants off. Ya know-- all that good stuff. So it really doesn't matter where we go on our rare date nights... as long as we're together and enjoying ourselves.
On a recent date night, after going out to dinner, we somehow ended up at Wal Mart.
I don't remember what we had to get, but I do remember that I had to pee shortly after we got there. I always have to pee, like five times for every two ounces of liquid I drink. True story.
So anyways, I go pee. I wash my hands. I come out of the ladies room and the hubbie is waiting all gentlemanly-like on me, but has this knowing look on his face..like I should be getting something I'm not. I think nothing of it, other than that it's odd.
Just as we're turning to walk away from the restrooms, a man comes out of the men's room. Our backs are to him.
Nick very cool and calmly turns his head a bit and says "I just had sex with my wife in the bathroom."
What??!!! WHAT THE HELL. What the hell did he just say???! Why would he say that?! OH MY GAW... WTF?! Hit him. Hit him hard in the gut...do it now!
My face is turning red, my palms are instantly clammy, I want to punch him in the throat....but it's just too funny.
Way too funny.... and fun, and flattering.
I tapped him in the gut pretty hard and told him to shut up, all while my giggles were turning into cackling.
He didn't shut up though. He kept on, getting louder and more creative with his claims as we walked the aisles of Wal Mart...
"Me and this hot chick had sex in the bathroom" "We just got our FREAK on in the women's bathroom" "NO, I will not have sex with you in the women's bathroom, Laurel. Me and my wife here, we just GOT IT ONNN in the women's bathroom of WAL MART" "We had SEXXXXX in the bathroom!"
He was practically singing it.
Yah, pretty embarrassing at first. I wanted him to shut-up, but then again, I didn't....
It was unexpected. It was hot. It made me laugh. It made the people around us laugh. It made me feel my age.
It was nice.
He's an asshole for it! Fo sho! But I had fun....
On that particular date night,
the man I love had me falling in love with him all over again, by professing to all of Wal Mart that he had sex with me in the women's restroom.
To unexpected, spontaneous, in-yo-face date nights...they're always the best.
It just sounds nice doesn't it?
When I think of date night, I think of looking pretty...
being complimented, gettin' giggly, flirting heavily, not acting my age, and perhaps maybe even getting into some (legal) mischief with the handsome hunk that is my husband.
I never want to stay home on date night. I want to go somewhere--out of the house--just me and my man, my hubbs, my hunk, my honey, my love. It doesn't have to be fancy. In fact,I don't like fancy. Just tell me I look pretty, open doors for me, and take me out of the house and I'll be happy.
My husband knows this...and at times, takes advantage of my pure desperation to get away from little people and laundry.
Date night may end up being at Academy, to look at a new shotgun or something, but he's still always a gentleman--opening doors, holding my hand (more like leading me around), and generally just charming my pants off. Ya know-- all that good stuff. So it really doesn't matter where we go on our rare date nights... as long as we're together and enjoying ourselves.
On a recent date night, after going out to dinner, we somehow ended up at Wal Mart.
I don't remember what we had to get, but I do remember that I had to pee shortly after we got there. I always have to pee, like five times for every two ounces of liquid I drink. True story.
So anyways, I go pee. I wash my hands. I come out of the ladies room and the hubbie is waiting all gentlemanly-like on me, but has this knowing look on his face..like I should be getting something I'm not. I think nothing of it, other than that it's odd.
Just as we're turning to walk away from the restrooms, a man comes out of the men's room. Our backs are to him.
Nick very cool and calmly turns his head a bit and says "I just had sex with my wife in the bathroom."
What??!!! WHAT THE HELL. What the hell did he just say???! Why would he say that?! OH MY GAW... WTF?! Hit him. Hit him hard in the gut...do it now!
My face is turning red, my palms are instantly clammy, I want to punch him in the throat....but it's just too funny.
Way too funny.... and fun, and flattering.
I tapped him in the gut pretty hard and told him to shut up, all while my giggles were turning into cackling.
He didn't shut up though. He kept on, getting louder and more creative with his claims as we walked the aisles of Wal Mart...
"Me and this hot chick had sex in the bathroom" "We just got our FREAK on in the women's bathroom" "NO, I will not have sex with you in the women's bathroom, Laurel. Me and my wife here, we just GOT IT ONNN in the women's bathroom of WAL MART" "We had SEXXXXX in the bathroom!"
He was practically singing it.
Yah, pretty embarrassing at first. I wanted him to shut-up, but then again, I didn't....
It was unexpected. It was hot. It made me laugh. It made the people around us laugh. It made me feel my age.
It was nice.
He's an asshole for it! Fo sho! But I had fun....
On that particular date night,
the man I love had me falling in love with him all over again, by professing to all of Wal Mart that he had sex with me in the women's restroom.
To unexpected, spontaneous, in-yo-face date nights...they're always the best.
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