So last night B and I went out on a date. Yeah, we had tried to have date nights before but they were never a priority and often got shoved aside for something more important, like cleaning the garage, scrubbing a toilet or shoveling up the dog crap in the back yard. You know…the important things in life!
So we have promised each other a weekly date night with no excuses. Hey, when there is food and wine involved I am game. Besides he is a sexy man and anytime I can cop a few feels away from the kids more power to me.
So we talked and cried. And talked some more. There were painful words which sear the soul but words I need to hear. Because here is the thing. For all these years B has had problem opening up and being honest while I have contributed to that by not letting him talk without commenting and getting defensive. It stems from his childhood and even though I have made my mistakes while he has at times tried to open up, in fact it is still his issue.
We enjoyed each other, he told me I was beautiful, that we needed more times like this and that this is the type of thing that reminds him about how much he really does like me. And so after our meal, we walked downtown, and sat on a bench and made out a little. It felt nice and while we were doing so two young girls walked by and said, “You two are so cute. How long have you been together?”
” Twenty-nine years,” we replied.
“What is your secret for being together for so long?,” they asked.
Which brought an immediate flood of tears to our eyes and B answered, “Taking it one day at a time.”
Later we went home and had great sex (is crying while “doing it” a turn on?) And as the tears ran down my face I said, “I don’t know how you can have sex with someone you don’t like.” And then I remembered…he was a man!