All girls know that one of our favorite parts of first dates is to tell the girls. One of the reasons I love it so much is the advice I get.
Lebowski: Please wear makeup, Shea.
Me: You don't think I am pretty just the way I am, Lebowski?
Lebowski: That's not it. Of course you're pretty. It's just that men like for us to gussy up a bit. Just gussy up.
Me: I promise to bathe.
Me: As well.
And the laughter continues dot dot dot.
'Cilla: You're going where? They don't have a bar there. You're going to need a bar on a first date.
Me: I'm going with it. Trying new things. Maybe I could take a night off, ya' know, from the drinking.
'Cilla: What are you going to order?
Me: I don't know. What am I supposed to order?
'Cilla: Josh says Uncle Herschel's Favorite.
Me: Laughter. That's what I always order.
'Cilla: As well.
What he and I did was be ourselves in the most real FBI investigation you have ever or never encountered. I brought the interrogation lights, waited till he was driving and then put them on high beam and watched him respond to the questioning. He did as well and told me I was taking the Trouble test. I told him I loved tests. Bring it on.
He brought a flower (oh good gosh somebody is courting) and I brought a truthful smile.
He surprised me by taking me to a different place once we met at our agreed upon destination.
He drove safely and laughed at himself.
I let him take control and it felt nice just to give it up for a moment. I don't want to control anyone, kinda like a really good friend once said, I got all I can handle right here. Amen, brother.
Second date in the future?
Yes, I do believe I will sir.
Sunday sounds like some KJP.