Tonight Em's mom and I decided to go out and celebrate my new job. We had the perfect night.
At one point, we were walking together, completely alone on a deserted stretch of beach, the soft sugar sand lit up pink and orange because of the sunset, rays of light cutting patterns through the wispy, fluffy clouds and dolphins frolicking (I shit you not, there were dolphins) on the horizon, and I turned to her and said, "This is the most romantic night I've had in a long time." And she agreed.
It was just beautiful. The conversation, the sunset, the private corner booth at The Melting Pot, our waiter, Steve, who understood our passion for bananas dipped in milk chocolate and brought us an endless supply without so much as a dirty look...(he did not have the answers to some of life's bigger questions though, we did ask)...perfection.
Now I am stuffed full, I mean really and truly GORGED, and a little bit tipsy and feeling pretty darn good all around.
Remember that article I told you all about where women release Oxytocin when spending quality time together? Remember my love of Oxytocin (breastfeeding, anyone?)? Yeah, that. I love that.
Next Monday, I start The Job. Contingent on a drug test and background check, of course. Don't worry, I'll pass both, and assure them that my life really is as boring as promised.
Other than the girl dates and the exploding dinners, things are pretty tame. Let's hope they don't test for Oxytocin or Pinot Grigio.