Out of the blue, I found out I missed Sweetest Day. I saw someone post something about it online today, that it was on the 20th, that’s how I found out. I swear, if they don’t advertise it in Subway’s (restaurant…not the train thing I’ve never been on yet), I wouldn’t know about it. Obviously I don’t get out much. And Sweetest Day really hasn’t meant too much to me since I was 19 and Gilbert Sanchez gave me tires for my car for Sweetest Day (it was pretty much over after that….and don’t even get me started on other holidays and gifts from guys, that’s for another day).
So Saturday was probably a huge date night and I was imagining my perfect date. Flowers (sent ahead of time with a vase, so I wouldn’t have to putz with them), then dinner at a restaurant that served good tasting food (not necessarily the most expensive). Of course, I’d have to get really dressed up, so no Ponderosa Steak House. Then dancing, not the Dancing with the Stars kind, but fun stuff and maybe even a polka or two. Finally a drive to the lakefront. Not too bad and we could maybe go mini golfing on the next date.
This caused me to think about the books that I read (now we know why I don’t get out much) and I was having trouble remembering very many characters that went on dates. Mostly, it seems, they meet up, usually in a violent, scary situations and with the adrenaline flowing, have sex. Or they’re old sweethearts, who see each other again and have sex, or they’ve know each other for years, but never said anything to the other about their mutual attraction and then they have sex. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that)
Anyway, what do you think is the perfect date? Why isn’t there more dating in books? Not enough room? Not pertinent to the storyline?
Bottom Line: Actually, jeans and a t-shirt, Subway and you pay…I’ll call it a date.