Most Romantic Date. Ever.
When ExOfNote and I were dating he came up with a great idea for a romantic date. Late one evening he decided it was time for execution. Neither of us had a car, and since transit was stopped by that time of evening he borrowed his aunt's car. Then, he packed a picnic basket full of stuff I wasn't allowed to see, and off we went.
We ended up at some park in the heart of the city. He parked the car and soon found ourselves traipsing through the night to find the perfect spot. When he determined that we had found the perfect spot I was finally permitted to see what was in the basket. More correctly, I was permitted to hold the basket as things were drawn from it. First came the sheet which went down on the grass. Then, the candles which were to serve two purposes: (1) Uh, hi. It was a "romantic" date! and (2) hold the corners of the sheet down since there was a slight breeze. After the candles came the matches. As he light the candles he invited me to seat myself on the sheet and finish unpacking the basket. A variety of picnic foods emerged: crackers, cheese, etc. We sat there eating and talking and enjoying each other's company and the starry night sky.
After a while the breeze picked up, but neither of us wanted to call it a night. So we decided to wait it out. Soon, the breeze had blown out the candles and we sat there in the dark. Shortly thereafter the breeze went from pleasant to cool to cold. Still, we refused to budge. Eventually, we sat there in the middle of the park with the sheet around us to keep warm. It was then that we determined it wasn't going to cut it and packed it in.
One could say that was a failed date — it certainly hadn't turned out the way he planed — but, it was an amazing success, as it drew us closer together. And, honestly, it was the sweetest date anyone has ever planned for me. For those reasons alone it stands in my mind as The Most Romantic Date. Ever.
We ended up at some park in the heart of the city. He parked the car and soon found ourselves traipsing through the night to find the perfect spot. When he determined that we had found the perfect spot I was finally permitted to see what was in the basket. More correctly, I was permitted to hold the basket as things were drawn from it. First came the sheet which went down on the grass. Then, the candles which were to serve two purposes: (1) Uh, hi. It was a "romantic" date! and (2) hold the corners of the sheet down since there was a slight breeze. After the candles came the matches. As he light the candles he invited me to seat myself on the sheet and finish unpacking the basket. A variety of picnic foods emerged: crackers, cheese, etc. We sat there eating and talking and enjoying each other's company and the starry night sky.
After a while the breeze picked up, but neither of us wanted to call it a night. So we decided to wait it out. Soon, the breeze had blown out the candles and we sat there in the dark. Shortly thereafter the breeze went from pleasant to cool to cold. Still, we refused to budge. Eventually, we sat there in the middle of the park with the sheet around us to keep warm. It was then that we determined it wasn't going to cut it and packed it in.
One could say that was a failed date — it certainly hadn't turned out the way he planed — but, it was an amazing success, as it drew us closer together. And, honestly, it was the sweetest date anyone has ever planned for me. For those reasons alone it stands in my mind as The Most Romantic Date. Ever.
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