Monday, March 7, 2011

In which we are FLEXIBLE

So we were supposed to go to a Japanese restaurant for our date. But our baby-sitter couldn't do it.

So we decided to watch a movie. And they were sold out.

So THEN we went to the bookstore. And meandered. I LOVE meandering in a bookstore.

me·an·derverb (used without object)


1.to proceed by or take a winding or indirect course.
2. to wander aimlessly; ramble:

Our meandering landed us in the humor section. I settled down with a Calvin and Hobbes collection, and My Man selected a book on useless information. (No. Really. That was the title.) We read comfortably - separately - in silence. 

(I love companionship reading. It bespeaks familiarity and pleasant company. There aren't many people with whom I can companionship-read.)

(By the by, we have totally different taste in books. Though we both loved Percy Jackson.)

(I'm done with the parentheses.) 

Then we went to the travel section and planned a future-trip to Europe. We decided we want to see EVERYTHING.

Then we got some froyo.


Then we made out in the car. 

On a side note, when we were dating in college, TWICE a police officer came and tapped on the window while we were parking in the wee hours of the morning. (And no, we weren't doing ANYTHING, I swear.) Both times the cop asked me if I was there against my free will. It was pretty dang funny.


So on our date this week, we were planning on what we'd say to a hypothetical cop if one hypothetically tapped on our window.


My Man liked this one: "Officer, I have four kids at home. I just wanted to kiss my wife!" 


Any contenders?

11 comments:

HeatherKitts said...

Hehe. That is all :)

Rachel Sue said...

We both loved Percy Jackson too. But I have no desire whatsoever to read pretty much anything that my husband ever does.

And I'm with you about meandering in a bookstore. I have a gift card to Barnes and Noble that I have yet to use because I haven't had enough time. It literally takes me HOURS to narrow it down.

Jenny P. said...

Making out in the car rocks.

Anonymous said...

My husband and I love to meander through any book store.

"I just want to kiss my wife!" = Hysterical giggling.

Melanie Jacobson said...

Best line ever.

Morgan Photography said...

I don't have anything better - but one time my parents were out on a double date with their best friends. They parked up at Ensign Peak for a while (talking, of course!) and an officer came up to the car. As soon as he saw two forty-something couples in there he said "Oh....uh....you probably won't be causing any trouble. Have a good night!"
Ha!

Stepper the Mighty said...

I love companionship reading, too. One of my favorite things to do with my man when the day is done.

We also have completely different tastes in books. Occasionally we read each others recommendations - you know, to make us better people. But I'm always eager to get back to my reading list!

And I also love the book store. I love it more than the library. By far. Because if I take a book home, I know I get to KEEP IT!

Kimberly Vanderhorst said...

I say he should look seriously freaked out, point a finger at you and say, "It was all HER idea!"

Yay for flexibility. And also, Calvin and Hobbes. Because it rocks.

Qait said...

:) I like you.
Companionship reading is so cozy! I love it! Michael and I do share a lot of common interests in books, but he's more likely to delve into Very Useful and Education books than I am. I admire that in him...I just have a hard time with the dry, technical stuff (plus, what's the use when it leaks out my brain the same speed I pour it in?).
That's pretty hilarious about officers tapping on your car window while dating-- Michael and I never parked. The instant the car stopped, one of us hopped out.
Just a precaution. Because we SO love car-makey-outyness.

Happy Mom said...

Your dates are so dang adorable! They just make me smile!

raprettyman said...

We love to meander in the bookstore too.
I wouldn't read what he reads either, but I like to hear about it. It's interesting just not THAT interesting.