I was apprehensive going into this date. The date-planning e-mails we'd exchanged had left me a little cold (Mr. Coffee had all these stringent timing requirements because of getting ready for his two-week trip, plus insanity at work, etc.), and we had had very little contact all week (again with the insanity work, etc.). Then the whole rescheduling thing . . . the reasons behind that were somewhat absurd ("It's raining! The traffic is so bad!" etc.). All that combined meant that I was feeling, well, neglected and underappreciated.
God, I'm such a GIRL.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt and (a) rearranged my schedule to accommodate the switch from Friday to Saturday, and (b) worked it out so that I could make dinner for us even though the twins and I were pretty much out of the house all day. I'm pleased to report (as you likely already gleaned from the title of the post) that it was all worth it.
Mr. Coffee showed up with a bottle of wine and the fixings for some awesome appetizers. He also brought ice cream, the key to my heart. It was pretty damn great to walk out of the twins' room and have a glass of wine and some smoked salmon and goat cheese on toasty bread bits waiting for me. I could get used to that.
We chatted while I made dinner. He was very appreciative that I had gone to the trouble of cooking, and, in fact, he'd called around 5:00 to see what I was craving and what he could pick up for us to eat. That was thoughtful, but score one for me on having it together to cook since he complimented both the meal and the fact that I'd made it numerous times. He did insist on being in charge of our next meal, sweetly reminding me that I have plenty on my plate and that he would be happy to give me one less thing think about. I'm not going to argue with that, although there is something immensely satisfying about cooking a meal for someone you like and who enjoys food.
There was more conversation and more wine after dinner. We talked a lot about my time in the Peace Corps, about the politics of development work in the third world, and about our families and what we've learned as parents. He loves his kids so much. It's very, very sweet.
What I loved best about this date? We laughed a ton. We've laughed before, but we really, really LAUGHED at some stuff tonight. There was lots of fun. Everything just felt relaxed and easy and comfortable. It was just a normal evening—dinner, good conversation, good company. "You're full of surprises," he said. "You barely know me," I replied. "There's a lot more to come."
I reverted to total girl-dom when he left, and could not help but plaintively whine, "You travel too much!" as I kissed him goodbye. "I know. I hate it," he said. "But it's fun to look forward to my return. And I'll be thinking of you while I'm gone."
I'll have to take his word for it on that as his Internet access will be quite spotty while he's away and he said that I was unlikely to hear from him. Woe is me! Get out your tiny violins and start playing a long, sad symphony!