I've seen your posts on Facebook. You know who you are, the lonely hearts who are looking for a new relationship. Well without calling you out by name or making you uncomfortable, I decided to write a blogpost and share with you some of my ideas for dating and ultimately marriage.
“If you meet someone who is caring and funny and smart, stick it out for three or four dates—even if they don’t meet your usual criteria.” -Christie Nightengale, Professional Matchmaker
My stolen relationship advice for those of my friends who are looking for love. Just because you date someone doesn't mean you have to marry them. That's why it's a date. But to write someone off because they don't meet your idea of the "ONE" is wrong too.
Speaking from personal experience, when I met my husband of almost 20 years, I didn't like him. For starters he was younger than me. That was a no no in my mind. Secondly, he was very shy, which I took for being stuck up. In fact, when he was suggested to me by my future sister-in-law, I instantly rejected the suggestion. He was not the one for me, end of discussion.
I was wrong. After getting to know him and becoming friends, I realized that we connected on a level that I'd never felt with anyone else. Four months after meeting him, I let him know I was interested in more than friendship and the rest is history.
I'll repeat for those old fashioned women out there, I let him know I was interested in him. I didn't sit around waiting for the shy, quiet type to finally warm up and approach me. It may never have happened otherwise. In this day and age, it's ok to approach a man. Don't leave the man to do all the work. Be direct and honest, also be prepared for rejection. By putting yourself out there you may get hurt. That's life. If you find out someone you like, does not return your feelings, don't take it personal. It may hurt a bit, but use it as a growing experience and learn from it and grow.
Obviously loving, caring Christians would never date without a permanent relationship in mind. But don't veto anyone until you've really gotten to know them. Don't assume since you've been friends for years that you don't need to date either. Dating is how you really learn about one another, your goals, your likes and dislikes. Dating is a neccesary evil if you really want to get married and have it last. Don't rush through the dating process. This sets a tone for the rest of your relationship.
So why not try out a few different types of people while you're searching for the "one"? How easy is it to say that one's too short, too tall, to quiet, or to lively. It is easy to quickly judge your date. But if you give someone you'd never usually date a chance, maybe you would find that they are actually the perfect "one" for you.
I had a guy quickly decide I was not the one for him because I made a comment that I was not ready to have children. I was just out of school and although I wanted to get married, I was not ready to start a family right away. Obviously, that was a deal breaker for him. Had he gotten to know me, given me a chance, well maybe things would have been different. One negative comment from me and I was history. Now, I have three children. People grow and change the longer you know them.
Many of you are divorced and when you analyze your previous relationships, you can see what you did wrong and correct it. Trust me, it is never just one persons fault when a relationship dies. Take your share of the blame and own it. You made mistakes too. Don't relive your previous mistakes by doing the same things all over again. No one can change you, but yourself. Also, carrying that baggage into a new relationship is not fair. So make sure you've really put your personal issues behind you. Think about what you really want out of a relationship, what are deal breakers, and what personality quirks you can live with when you start your search for a new mate.
Lastly, back to my quote from above. You will not get to know the real person in one or two dates. You need to really get to know someone and then decide if they are the one for you. Don't rush into it, don't quickly write someone off, be open minded and positive. Remember, no one is perfect. We all are flawed and make mistakes. So give dating a chance and try dating someone you'd never thought you would like. Look at dating like the contest of a lifetime and the reward is a loving happy relationship.
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Friday, November 27, 2009
Married and Dating-Trips Down the Aisle
This week’s episode of Married and Dating features an unexpected trip down the aisle, new dining adventures and a double feature. Read on for the juicy details!
Here we are folks, the big holiday weekend. Hope you’ve all been having fun. My ever loyal hubby has been really sick. Yes, he caught it from me, but not without a full disclosure of my illness in advance. I will not take the blame for his current state, even if I have been making a lot of comfort foods this week to cheer him up. He is pretty happy about being off work, so the cookies I made were just icing on the cake so to speak.
Because of the extra time off, we had planned a date day. What is a date day? Why it’s a date that starts early in the day and ends in the evening. Nana had offered to watch the offspring for the day. Yipee!!!
Granted I thought my sweetie would cancel, but he stubbornly manned up and took me out. For those following our adventures, remember that I was sick last time and he promised me we could do whatever I wanted this time. (Flashback to the November Beer Edition for details of this promise.) It was my pick and I wanted to see a movie.
We got an early start on Friday. I always make a little extra effort on our dates to put aside my normal mom gear (sweats and sneakers) and actually try to resemble a woman, a sexy woman, a woman you’d actually like to be seen out with in public, a woman that isn’t picking baby food off her shirt or wearing the same wrinkled outfit from two days ago. Yes, folks I fixed my hair, wore my contacts and did my makeup. I also wore a new outfit, Levi’s that actually look good on me and weren’t ripped, a white v-neck sweater, my favorite silver hoop earrings given to me by Sarah F., and my favorite new shoes, red platform sandals, made from the softest, buttery leather available. I’m short, so heels are a must for me when we are going out. My favorite male even gave me a compliment, so the date was starting out just fine.
We dropped the kids off and made it to our first movie, an action packed epic end of the world piece. We found out that Ultra Star Cinemas in our area does a half priced movie for the first showing of the day and all day on Tuesdays. That is a good deal folks! While I bought the tickets, hubby ran across to the store and bought some M&M’s, because really what’s a movie without snacks, but who can afford $3 M&M’s now-a-days? Then we went in and picked a seat in an old fashioned non-stadium theater.
At first I was worried, during the pre-show the sound was off and I thought it was not going be very good, since the theater is obviously older, but the second the actual pre-views started the Digital kicked in and it was perfect. We munched on our candy and settled in for a great action adventure film, after a few bites though, the whole side of my head starts aching. Now with this virus, I’ve been experiencing weird sinus pain and even tooth/jaw pain. So, I dig in my purse for an Aleve and stand up to go get some water hoping the shooting pains in my head will subside. I take two steps down the aisle and trip and fall, landing on my hands and knees. I’m freaking out, trying to collect my self esteem and scrape my body up off the floor. I try to stand and twist my ankle, then take another step and almost fall again. A collective gasp is heard from the mainly older crowd watching the movie with us. I think many of them were blaming my foot wear choice, or wondering if I'd been drinking, while others were remembering that time their Aunt Betty fell and was never the same again. Whatever the case, I’d made enough of a scene and managed to make my way up the incredibly long aisle to the back without another fall.
As I stumbled out of the theater and into the light, I wondered why I’d fallen. Now my knee was hurt too, I really needed that Aleve. So I shake it off, get the water, take my medication and head back to the theater. As I’m standing in the back, I realized the aisle lights on our side of the theater were not on. That’s why I fell, I had no depth perception and I couldn’t see how steep the incline was. If I had been really hurt, I would have made a big deal to the management, but by the end of the movie, my knee was fine. I did however, point out the broken lights and warn the manager who promptly called it in for repair.
My husband said it was like a scene out of some silly comedy, where the hot chick is walking down the sidewalk, the wind blowing the hair from her face, licking her perfect pouting lips and then she trips. Boom! I have lived that moment. Let me tell you, it was not as funny happening in real life as it is watching it on a screen.
After that, the rest of the date was anti-climatic. We had a great late lunch/early dinner at Bare Back, a New Zealand Burger place on ‘E’ downtown. Friday is all day happy hour and they do these $2 wheel spins. We tried it twice hoping for beer, (cause you guys know my Dave and his beer) we ended up getting shots instead. Oh well, it was happy hour. So I got a share a shot, take a shot of Vodka and Dave got a surfer on acid, not our normal drink choices, but hey for $2 whose complaining.
Then, we headed two blocks over to Horton Plaza to take in a teenaged romance movie. Found perfect parking and got perfect seats, that is until the whole high school soccer team showed up and sat in front of us. Talk about rude teenage girls, several had already seen the film and were quoting it verbatim, others were texting, the glow from their phones causing much distraction to their neighbors and still others were loudly talking during the whole show. All I could think is maybe we should have rented this one instead and saved our money.
This episode of married and dating will go down in infamy as the time I tried to look my best, but ended up looking like a fool. Oh well, that’s just how I roll.
Here we are folks, the big holiday weekend. Hope you’ve all been having fun. My ever loyal hubby has been really sick. Yes, he caught it from me, but not without a full disclosure of my illness in advance. I will not take the blame for his current state, even if I have been making a lot of comfort foods this week to cheer him up. He is pretty happy about being off work, so the cookies I made were just icing on the cake so to speak.
Because of the extra time off, we had planned a date day. What is a date day? Why it’s a date that starts early in the day and ends in the evening. Nana had offered to watch the offspring for the day. Yipee!!!
Granted I thought my sweetie would cancel, but he stubbornly manned up and took me out. For those following our adventures, remember that I was sick last time and he promised me we could do whatever I wanted this time. (Flashback to the November Beer Edition for details of this promise.) It was my pick and I wanted to see a movie.
We got an early start on Friday. I always make a little extra effort on our dates to put aside my normal mom gear (sweats and sneakers) and actually try to resemble a woman, a sexy woman, a woman you’d actually like to be seen out with in public, a woman that isn’t picking baby food off her shirt or wearing the same wrinkled outfit from two days ago. Yes, folks I fixed my hair, wore my contacts and did my makeup. I also wore a new outfit, Levi’s that actually look good on me and weren’t ripped, a white v-neck sweater, my favorite silver hoop earrings given to me by Sarah F., and my favorite new shoes, red platform sandals, made from the softest, buttery leather available. I’m short, so heels are a must for me when we are going out. My favorite male even gave me a compliment, so the date was starting out just fine.
We dropped the kids off and made it to our first movie, an action packed epic end of the world piece. We found out that Ultra Star Cinemas in our area does a half priced movie for the first showing of the day and all day on Tuesdays. That is a good deal folks! While I bought the tickets, hubby ran across to the store and bought some M&M’s, because really what’s a movie without snacks, but who can afford $3 M&M’s now-a-days? Then we went in and picked a seat in an old fashioned non-stadium theater.
At first I was worried, during the pre-show the sound was off and I thought it was not going be very good, since the theater is obviously older, but the second the actual pre-views started the Digital kicked in and it was perfect. We munched on our candy and settled in for a great action adventure film, after a few bites though, the whole side of my head starts aching. Now with this virus, I’ve been experiencing weird sinus pain and even tooth/jaw pain. So, I dig in my purse for an Aleve and stand up to go get some water hoping the shooting pains in my head will subside. I take two steps down the aisle and trip and fall, landing on my hands and knees. I’m freaking out, trying to collect my self esteem and scrape my body up off the floor. I try to stand and twist my ankle, then take another step and almost fall again. A collective gasp is heard from the mainly older crowd watching the movie with us. I think many of them were blaming my foot wear choice, or wondering if I'd been drinking, while others were remembering that time their Aunt Betty fell and was never the same again. Whatever the case, I’d made enough of a scene and managed to make my way up the incredibly long aisle to the back without another fall.
As I stumbled out of the theater and into the light, I wondered why I’d fallen. Now my knee was hurt too, I really needed that Aleve. So I shake it off, get the water, take my medication and head back to the theater. As I’m standing in the back, I realized the aisle lights on our side of the theater were not on. That’s why I fell, I had no depth perception and I couldn’t see how steep the incline was. If I had been really hurt, I would have made a big deal to the management, but by the end of the movie, my knee was fine. I did however, point out the broken lights and warn the manager who promptly called it in for repair.
My husband said it was like a scene out of some silly comedy, where the hot chick is walking down the sidewalk, the wind blowing the hair from her face, licking her perfect pouting lips and then she trips. Boom! I have lived that moment. Let me tell you, it was not as funny happening in real life as it is watching it on a screen.
After that, the rest of the date was anti-climatic. We had a great late lunch/early dinner at Bare Back, a New Zealand Burger place on ‘E’ downtown. Friday is all day happy hour and they do these $2 wheel spins. We tried it twice hoping for beer, (cause you guys know my Dave and his beer) we ended up getting shots instead. Oh well, it was happy hour. So I got a share a shot, take a shot of Vodka and Dave got a surfer on acid, not our normal drink choices, but hey for $2 whose complaining.
Then, we headed two blocks over to Horton Plaza to take in a teenaged romance movie. Found perfect parking and got perfect seats, that is until the whole high school soccer team showed up and sat in front of us. Talk about rude teenage girls, several had already seen the film and were quoting it verbatim, others were texting, the glow from their phones causing much distraction to their neighbors and still others were loudly talking during the whole show. All I could think is maybe we should have rented this one instead and saved our money.
This episode of married and dating will go down in infamy as the time I tried to look my best, but ended up looking like a fool. Oh well, that’s just how I roll.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Married and Dating-November's Beer Edition
What can I say? My adventures as a married mom dating her life partner continue. In this months installment, you will find a sick woman, a group of revelers and Paul Masson.
San Diego celebrated it's first annual San Diego Beer Week. My husband, who is a home brewer with big dreams, was so stinking excited. He planned to attend as many events as possible during the week. The San Diego Brewers Guild had over 250 events planned during the week. Dave picked four to go to. I think he would have picked more, but he didn't have the time or the money.
Of course I couldn't go with him to four outings in the same week. I mean really, who would watch the children? Plus, I'm a wine drinker, so beer, although great with pizza and chili, is not my cup of tea. Really, I will drink a beer with a meal once in awhile, but I can take it or leave it.
However, I didn't want my hubby attending all those events alone, so I agreed to be his DD (designated driver) and go to a vintage beer tasting on Thursday evening. He was so cute, like a puppy with a new bone. It was adorable seeing him so excited about something.
What is a vintage beer tasting, you ask? The word vintage means old. Now old beer may sound bad to most of you. But depending on the style of beer and how it was aged, it may actually taste better the older it is. In fact some brewers are now manufacturing beers with the intent to age them, much like a fine wine.
Joey, the owner of South Bay Drugs in Imperial Beach, was hosting this event at La Bella Pizza in Chula Vista. South Bay Drugs is actually very famous for it's unique and unusual beer offerings. Joey is quite the expert when it comes to micro-brews. His event was limited to 50 participants and it sold out completely. The DD's got in free and got to eat free pizza.
We hired a sitter (Thanks LaMicha!) We were really looking forward to spending some time together. Our event was on Thursday evening, by Tuesday evening I have a sore throat. Now two of my kids and my mom have all been sick. I was hoping I was not coming down with anything. By Wednesday night, I felt like crap. I told my husband, "The only thing worse than feeling like crap is looking like crap!" I was not going to cancel on him. He'd already bought his ticket. I was going even if it killed me.
Thursday dawns and I have no voice. My normal Minnie Mouse voice sounds like a smoker of 60 years and I have a horrible cough. But I'm determined to muscle through the day. I try to nap. I take Day Quil and I hope and pray for the best. I clean up, dress up and hope to fake my way through date night. I pick up the sitter and we're off.
We get to the tasting event and Dave is like a kid in a candy store. At first there are no seats so we just stand in a corner while he sips his first beer sample. The restaurant had double booked the area and the first event hadn't cleared out yet. Finally, they left after entertaining all of us with their fight song (local football team.) Then the grown ups took over and spread out. It was a really nice group. Everyone was friendly and laid back. Many were table hopping and spreading the beer cheer. People had brought unusual beers from around the world to share with the group. Joey and his band of merry men and women shared tidbits about the various beers and gave additional samples out to finish up any leftover bottles.
The pizza was great but salty. Eventually I asked Dave to get me a drink from the bar downstairs. I figured one glass of wine early in the evening would not cause a driving issue later. So being a beer guy, Dave asks the bartender for a white wine. One sip in and I ask, "what is this?" He answers "I don't know." I didn't see the bottle she poured it from. It could even be from a box." I shudder. Box wine, yuck! I say in my best wine snob voice "This is the Coor's Light of wines." I knew if I made a beer reference he'd understand how truly awful it was. But it's not like the restaurant had a wine list. The choices were white, red or pink.
So suffering from a severe cold, drinking nasty wine and eating greasy pizza...while my honey is having a marvelous time drinking great old vintage beers with other beer dudes and dudettes. As far as date nights go, it wasn't my best. But like I told my hubby, the important thing for me is spending time with him.
Eventually though, my cold got the best of me and I insisted we take our leave. Dave was fine. I'd soldiered up and done my spousal duty and won a few wifely bonus points. He even promised as we left that on our next date night, he'd do something just for me. As we wandered out of the restaurant, we walked through the bar. The bartender was pouring someone a glass of Paul Masson wine. The Coor's light of wines....my wine, was a Paul Masson. Nope, that sealed it as officially my worst date night ever.
P.S. Joey and his group did a fine job in hosting this event. We would attend again next year. I think if I had not been sick, things would have been better. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. Until next month...happy dating the one you love!
San Diego celebrated it's first annual San Diego Beer Week. My husband, who is a home brewer with big dreams, was so stinking excited. He planned to attend as many events as possible during the week. The San Diego Brewers Guild had over 250 events planned during the week. Dave picked four to go to. I think he would have picked more, but he didn't have the time or the money.
Of course I couldn't go with him to four outings in the same week. I mean really, who would watch the children? Plus, I'm a wine drinker, so beer, although great with pizza and chili, is not my cup of tea. Really, I will drink a beer with a meal once in awhile, but I can take it or leave it.
However, I didn't want my hubby attending all those events alone, so I agreed to be his DD (designated driver) and go to a vintage beer tasting on Thursday evening. He was so cute, like a puppy with a new bone. It was adorable seeing him so excited about something.
What is a vintage beer tasting, you ask? The word vintage means old. Now old beer may sound bad to most of you. But depending on the style of beer and how it was aged, it may actually taste better the older it is. In fact some brewers are now manufacturing beers with the intent to age them, much like a fine wine.
Joey, the owner of South Bay Drugs in Imperial Beach, was hosting this event at La Bella Pizza in Chula Vista. South Bay Drugs is actually very famous for it's unique and unusual beer offerings. Joey is quite the expert when it comes to micro-brews. His event was limited to 50 participants and it sold out completely. The DD's got in free and got to eat free pizza.
We hired a sitter (Thanks LaMicha!) We were really looking forward to spending some time together. Our event was on Thursday evening, by Tuesday evening I have a sore throat. Now two of my kids and my mom have all been sick. I was hoping I was not coming down with anything. By Wednesday night, I felt like crap. I told my husband, "The only thing worse than feeling like crap is looking like crap!" I was not going to cancel on him. He'd already bought his ticket. I was going even if it killed me.
Thursday dawns and I have no voice. My normal Minnie Mouse voice sounds like a smoker of 60 years and I have a horrible cough. But I'm determined to muscle through the day. I try to nap. I take Day Quil and I hope and pray for the best. I clean up, dress up and hope to fake my way through date night. I pick up the sitter and we're off.
We get to the tasting event and Dave is like a kid in a candy store. At first there are no seats so we just stand in a corner while he sips his first beer sample. The restaurant had double booked the area and the first event hadn't cleared out yet. Finally, they left after entertaining all of us with their fight song (local football team.) Then the grown ups took over and spread out. It was a really nice group. Everyone was friendly and laid back. Many were table hopping and spreading the beer cheer. People had brought unusual beers from around the world to share with the group. Joey and his band of merry men and women shared tidbits about the various beers and gave additional samples out to finish up any leftover bottles.
The pizza was great but salty. Eventually I asked Dave to get me a drink from the bar downstairs. I figured one glass of wine early in the evening would not cause a driving issue later. So being a beer guy, Dave asks the bartender for a white wine. One sip in and I ask, "what is this?" He answers "I don't know." I didn't see the bottle she poured it from. It could even be from a box." I shudder. Box wine, yuck! I say in my best wine snob voice "This is the Coor's Light of wines." I knew if I made a beer reference he'd understand how truly awful it was. But it's not like the restaurant had a wine list. The choices were white, red or pink.
So suffering from a severe cold, drinking nasty wine and eating greasy pizza...while my honey is having a marvelous time drinking great old vintage beers with other beer dudes and dudettes. As far as date nights go, it wasn't my best. But like I told my hubby, the important thing for me is spending time with him.
Eventually though, my cold got the best of me and I insisted we take our leave. Dave was fine. I'd soldiered up and done my spousal duty and won a few wifely bonus points. He even promised as we left that on our next date night, he'd do something just for me. As we wandered out of the restaurant, we walked through the bar. The bartender was pouring someone a glass of Paul Masson wine. The Coor's light of wines....my wine, was a Paul Masson. Nope, that sealed it as officially my worst date night ever.
P.S. Joey and his group did a fine job in hosting this event. We would attend again next year. I think if I had not been sick, things would have been better. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. Until next month...happy dating the one you love!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Another Installment of Married and Dating
This weeks installment of married and dating includes interpetive dance, silly questions, impersonations of impersonators and finishes with a wonderful performance by the hubbies...but I'll save that for later.
The week after our Vegas trip, my manly man helped some friends move, cause that's how we roll. We try to help our friends when they need us. So to thank us for our assistance, we were invited to a grown up dinner party. No kids, just nine adults, eating, drinking, laughing and having a great time.
First came the proverbial chit-chat. "How was your trip to Napa?" "Our friends keep asking us to move to Alaska." "The neighbors are driving me crazy." "Are you settled in yet?" "Would you like to see my photos?" And the ever popular "Mac vs. PC" conversations. Not one comment was made about Legos, Star Wars, or Dora. It was refreshing for the four full-time parents in the group.
Then the appetizer's were served. Yummo (to quote Rachel Ray)! Incredibly large green olives, stuffed with garlic and wrapped in bacon, broiled until crispy on the outside were served on little skewers along with cheese spread and crackers. Delicious.
This was followed by a wonderful chicken basil penne, salad and breadsticks. During which our host pulled out his impersonation of Billy Crystal doing an impersonation of Sammy Davis, Jr. It was hysterical and actually quite good coming from a tall, white, non-Jewish guy.
Once we stopped rolling on the floor with laughter, our hosts cleared the dishes and we proceeded to play a fierce game of Apples to Apples, in which we all argue about why our card should be picked over another players. It was loud, really loud, earsplitting loud and totally rowdy. The winning card was for the word "Fantastic" one of the options was "rainbows" which are pretty and very nice, but since I was the judge that round I had no choice but to pick "Underwear." Oh I know many of you may be confused as to my pick, but ladies face it, life without Spanx and Wonder Bras would never be the same. In my opinion, the advances in underwear is fantastic. We look better, feel better, walk taller and prouder, feel our sexiest in brand new underwear. Nothing makes a woman feel more womanly than the slide of lace, satin or pretty printed cotton, in a rainbow of colors, in all varieties....underwear is fantastic.
Dessert was served and who doesn't love a parfait? A huge hit with the whole group, I've personally never seen nine cleaner dessert dishes in my life. If my tongue was longer I would have licked my glass clean, but alas I possess a short and stunted tongue.
Then we tried another game. To be honest, I don't even know it's name, we were totally breaking all the rules by playing in teams, men vs. women, instead of individually. We had to guess the other teams answer to the choices and then there were these challenge squares, which proved to be very interesting. There was the normal bickering among spouses, the psychological manuvering of people who've been married forever and can practically read each others thoughts, and the girls were kicking the guys butts. That is until we landed on our first challenge square.
The guys picked a challenge, thinking we'd be squeamish and balk at it, they really don't understand women very well, do they? Three of the ladies in the group are moms, who can do anything. Never, ever think you can break a mom. Men as a rule underestimate women, even though we're "Awesome."
So what was the challenge, you ask? We had to perform an interpetive dance of a cat chasing a mouse. Piece of cake, we all started channeling our inner feline and pawing and meowing and basically chasing Rey around the room (she was our designated mouse.) The men were forced to concede our superiority at interpetive dance. Come on guys, pick something a little harder next time.
But as the saying goes, payback's a b**** well you know what I'm thinking. It was the guys turn for a challenge and Rey and her mom picked a good one, with music and all. The remaining three guys, had to get on their hands and knees and bounce their posteriors to the beat of the music. After much protest and a brief wrestling match over a video camera, the guys agreed and assumed their postitions on the carpet. As Michael Jackson blared from the stereo, the guys started bouncing their butts up and down to the beat. It was the funniest moment of the night, at least for the ladies. I think the ladies officially won, but the guys get an "A" for effort. Oh to have taped it and posted it on You Tube? Maybe next time.
Until next date night, have a good one and keep on dating the one you love!
The week after our Vegas trip, my manly man helped some friends move, cause that's how we roll. We try to help our friends when they need us. So to thank us for our assistance, we were invited to a grown up dinner party. No kids, just nine adults, eating, drinking, laughing and having a great time.
First came the proverbial chit-chat. "How was your trip to Napa?" "Our friends keep asking us to move to Alaska." "The neighbors are driving me crazy." "Are you settled in yet?" "Would you like to see my photos?" And the ever popular "Mac vs. PC" conversations. Not one comment was made about Legos, Star Wars, or Dora. It was refreshing for the four full-time parents in the group.
Then the appetizer's were served. Yummo (to quote Rachel Ray)! Incredibly large green olives, stuffed with garlic and wrapped in bacon, broiled until crispy on the outside were served on little skewers along with cheese spread and crackers. Delicious.
This was followed by a wonderful chicken basil penne, salad and breadsticks. During which our host pulled out his impersonation of Billy Crystal doing an impersonation of Sammy Davis, Jr. It was hysterical and actually quite good coming from a tall, white, non-Jewish guy.
Once we stopped rolling on the floor with laughter, our hosts cleared the dishes and we proceeded to play a fierce game of Apples to Apples, in which we all argue about why our card should be picked over another players. It was loud, really loud, earsplitting loud and totally rowdy. The winning card was for the word "Fantastic" one of the options was "rainbows" which are pretty and very nice, but since I was the judge that round I had no choice but to pick "Underwear." Oh I know many of you may be confused as to my pick, but ladies face it, life without Spanx and Wonder Bras would never be the same. In my opinion, the advances in underwear is fantastic. We look better, feel better, walk taller and prouder, feel our sexiest in brand new underwear. Nothing makes a woman feel more womanly than the slide of lace, satin or pretty printed cotton, in a rainbow of colors, in all varieties....underwear is fantastic.
Dessert was served and who doesn't love a parfait? A huge hit with the whole group, I've personally never seen nine cleaner dessert dishes in my life. If my tongue was longer I would have licked my glass clean, but alas I possess a short and stunted tongue.
Then we tried another game. To be honest, I don't even know it's name, we were totally breaking all the rules by playing in teams, men vs. women, instead of individually. We had to guess the other teams answer to the choices and then there were these challenge squares, which proved to be very interesting. There was the normal bickering among spouses, the psychological manuvering of people who've been married forever and can practically read each others thoughts, and the girls were kicking the guys butts. That is until we landed on our first challenge square.
The guys picked a challenge, thinking we'd be squeamish and balk at it, they really don't understand women very well, do they? Three of the ladies in the group are moms, who can do anything. Never, ever think you can break a mom. Men as a rule underestimate women, even though we're "Awesome."
So what was the challenge, you ask? We had to perform an interpetive dance of a cat chasing a mouse. Piece of cake, we all started channeling our inner feline and pawing and meowing and basically chasing Rey around the room (she was our designated mouse.) The men were forced to concede our superiority at interpetive dance. Come on guys, pick something a little harder next time.
But as the saying goes, payback's a b**** well you know what I'm thinking. It was the guys turn for a challenge and Rey and her mom picked a good one, with music and all. The remaining three guys, had to get on their hands and knees and bounce their posteriors to the beat of the music. After much protest and a brief wrestling match over a video camera, the guys agreed and assumed their postitions on the carpet. As Michael Jackson blared from the stereo, the guys started bouncing their butts up and down to the beat. It was the funniest moment of the night, at least for the ladies. I think the ladies officially won, but the guys get an "A" for effort. Oh to have taped it and posted it on You Tube? Maybe next time.
Until next date night, have a good one and keep on dating the one you love!
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