Date Night

Friday nights are supposed to be reserved for Dan and I to do something together, which means that we go out about every sixth Friday. But at least we try, right? Well, tonight I knew Dan was working late, so I had a dinner date with Alisa. We went to the Bluebird, and I got some interesting info from her as we lingered over our sweet and sour fish and chicken alfredo:

-She thinks that if you are fifty, you are probably too old to date. She says its gross when people come into her restaurant and you can tell they are on a date, but they are old and saggy. Fortunately, she says that I am not too old to date. Not that I would want to, but if I HAD to, according to Alisa anyway, I could still pull it off. I am still in my more attractive years, as she put it. Good to know. Especially since my extremely youthful boss was giving me crap about HOT FLASHES today. So I kicked him.

-She learned an important lesson in third grade at the Valentine Tea. They were pairing up the boys and girls according to which candy bar they picked. She really wanted the Reese's, but she thought that the boy she liked would pick the Caramello, so she went with the Caramello. The boy she wanted picked the Reese's, and she wound up with neither the boy she wanted or the candy bar she wanted. The lesson she learned: always follow your gut.

-Our cat Buck has a My Space page.

-When dating a guy, you should always check out his dad, to get an idea of what the guy will look like when he is 50. I never thought about doing this in my own dating years, but I have an AWESOME father-in-law, in looks and otherwise, so I guess I lucked out there.

In spite of the fact that she was texting all through dinner, no doubt making plans with the friends she ran off with as soon as we got home, I'm seeing lots of glimpses of the person she is turning into. And I think I really like her!