I can’t remember the last time I spent an hour primping for a date with my guy. Slipping into a little black dress and four inch heels because gravity was on my side. That, and I didn’t have to deal with chronic back pain from carrying a child for nine months. No curfew, no babysitter, just me and my man separated by an assorted plate of sushi.
Now, most of our dates nights are spent having a glass of wine curled up on the couch. Nothing says ‘sexy’ like a pair of Hello Kitty pajamas. I know that date nights are essential. But, when you have kids it becomes increasingly difficult to find time alone. If, however, my husband and I do get the opportunity to sneak out of the house, it’s certainly not about spending big money. Shoot, at this point, I’d settle for a milkshake and some fries. As long as we shut out the noise from our busy lives and reconnect.
Well, this past weekend, Renaissance Man and I didn’t get the opportunity to drown the noise from crying kids. Nor, did we get an exclusive evening alone. What we did get was an opportunity to flirt between the lanes. We went bowling.
Yes, the bowling alley was rundown. And yes, we waited thirty minutes to reserve a lane. But those small annoyances disappeared when Renaissance Man put his fingers in the 9 o’clock position and released the ball. Watching my husband earn strike after strike was oddly attractive. He didn’t realize that I was studying his form so intently. It reminded me of the reason I married him in the first place. His good assets.
Towards the end of game, it was evident that I was going to finish last. AGAIN. I am a terrible bowler, so having the lowest points on the score board was not a shocker. My seven year old daughter has more control over the ball than me. The important thing was that my husband and I connected through a series of high fives and gutter balls.
Today, I feel reinvigorated. I feel fortunate to see my guy with the same lens as when we first met. I feel happy about fending off the negativity that can build over years of sharing responsibility, space, and time. I want to shout “DON’T FORGET TO DATE YOUR MAN” from the rooftops!
Planning a date night is not easy. Half the battle is showing up. While I’m still fine tuning our dating schedule, I’m optimistic that we’ll find creative ways to spend time together. Even if it means just flirting with our feet.
When was your LAST date night?