Birthday!

Boyfriend doesn't want me to post this one. But it's his birthday, so I have to :)

During the same trip as the whole earring incident, my boyfriend wanted to take me out on a romantic dinner date. He's really sweet for the fact that he wants to be romantic, except with me it rarely works out that way.

The first plan was to stop by a friend's house, chat a little, then head to one of my favorite restaurants that is ONLY down there. There are none in my city. Cry.

So, talking at a friend's house ending up taking a little longer then I had expected, and my restaurant was closed. And by that time, the only place that was open was things like Mc D's... Not romantic in the least. We decide to try and still have a romantic dinner, but we're going to MAKE dinner. Maybe get stuff and go back to his place... Oh yeah, he lives with three other guys. That's less romantic then Mc D's...

Then he gets the idea, oh, we can have a moonlit picnic! Go to the store, get some ready to eat stuff, then find a park.

Wandering through the store was an adventure in itself.

"What are you in the mood for?"
"Oh, anything really. I'm not picky."
"Me either, I could go for anything."
"Me too."
"So, what do you want?"
"Anything you want."
"Hmm, I'm not that picky..."
"Me either... What are *you* in the mood for?"

Our first decision was made: A can of peaches. Then some sausage, cheese, bread, and the final piece of the romantic dinner was to be some sparkling cider. There were even wine glasses on sale, a dollar each!

We drive to the park, where it is practically pitch black.

It's cold, and scary at the park, and I'm pretty sure I saw a hobo just waiting for us to get out of the car. So we don't. We manuever into the back seat of his car (which I love, but gosh is she tiny. And HE may be skinny and flexible and able to wiggle back from the front seat to the back, but me? I was like a pregnant elephant...)

First bump comes from the fact that he can't OPEN the sausage. He struggles with the 'easy pull tab' for a few minutes, until I just grab it from him and rip it open with my teeth (at which point I can hear my parents weeping: 'noooo, we spent thousands of dollars on those teeth, they are not package openers.....). Divvying up the meat isn't exactly... graceful. The cheese wasn't so much either. Hunk o' meat, Hunk o' cheese. The bread was good, but crumbly and left a mess in it's wake.

Well, I think to myself, at least we have the cider. I love cider. So I try to open it....

It's not a screw top. It's one of those you have to have a bottle opener to do. No worries, I think to myself, and ask to have Boyfriend's keys, which should OBVIOUSLY come with a bottle opener. It was at this point that I realized, just because my dad always has a bottle opener on hand does not neccasarily mean that every guy has one.

Improv a bottle opener, I can do this! I try his keys, the belt buckle, my teeth, the seat, the glasses... Nothing. The bottle mocks us for the rest of the 'dinner'. As do the empty glasses, which we don't even have water for.

Now, boyfriend looked crushed as his romantic dinner barely even met the standards for 'dinner'. "I'm so so sorry," He kept repeating, whereas I was just laughing. I warned him that if he continued to date me, there would be a looooong line of dates like this.

Expectations Vs. Realities.

The part that makes me facepalm the most though, is when I went to his apartment the next day, and see our cider (because now it was OURS, since it was bought for OUR date) has been all but devored by his roommate.

"That stuff's pretty good." Was all he could say for himself.

(We ended up going to the restaurant later that day. And it was good.)