Today I opened an email from my husband asking if I wanted to see a movie at Gold Class. This reminded me of when we were dating. Emailing back and forth to make plans for the weekend. We used to go out to dinner and a movie often.
A Saturday night date with my husband? Well, let me think about that for a moment.
Three years of marriage and Saturday nights have morphed into dinner in front of the tv. I don't mind, because it's us, together, in our home. Saturday nights my husband makes us a roast dinner. And it's good. He uses spices, and honey and stuff and it's really tasty. He opens a bottle of wine and we use fancy wine glasses. We enjoy a lovely night in. ...like an old married couple.
My husband was suggesting a date night. Romance lives on!
Tonight I was told how a co worker was giving him grief about not going to GPAC this year. The local performing arts centre. He mocked us for going to Melbourne shows instead. My husband tried to redeem himself by promptly booking gold class tickets.
Romance on his mind? Not so sure.
I don't know whether to be disappointed or grateful. Maybe tonight I'll be a little of both.
Hhmm what will I wear?