We're always getting together for one thing or another -- ballroom dancing on Saturday nights, church on Wednesdays, jam sessions, coffee, etc. -- but when the guys approached us about taking us out for Valentine's Day, we were flattered and honored.
First off, we stressed about the age-old "WHAT SHOULD I WEAR?!" dilemma. Nate said "dressy" but... really? Have you SEEN dresses these days? Some guys think dressy is a dress, skirt, skort or derivative of the aforementioned items. In THEIR minds, dressing up means not wearing jeans and a t-shirt, tucking their shirts in. GIRLS think dressy as cocktail, ball gowns, black-tie affair... So, on Thursday night, we finally called Nate to ask him to define "dressy"... we each had a different interpretation. After tossing out some foreign fashion terms to him (business casual? cocktail? party? church? bridesmaid? [hehe] We might have been speaking Swahili for all he was concerned...) he defined his idea of "dressy" as a "special occasion church dress".... "Think, Easter dress," he said. "Sooo... you want us to dress like pastel eggs?" Tracy asked, in a way only SHE can verbalize. After a moment's pause, he replied, "Yes, but without the pastels..." We hung up more confused than when we started. Thank GOD for the LBD -- Little Black Dress -- every girl's savior when she gets the call to "dress up".
SO, after solving our fashion emergency, we convened upon the house for a fast and furious gussy-ing up session. After donning my LBD, fixing my hair, and fastening my pearls, I looked like June Cleaver on prom night. Oh how CLASSY! The guys arrived promptly at 7:30, each of them proudly holding a white rose -- which they quickly passed on to the nearest lady. I have to admit, they cleaned up nicely -- button-down shirts, ties!, even dress shoes! After exchanging hellos and how are yous, we boarded our luxury mini-van and convoyed downtown to the Italian restaurant where our table waited. (They left NO stone unturned!)
After a delectable Italian meal, complete with insightful conversation and hearty laughter, we continued our "date" at Waterfront park where the guys continued to surprise us with a photo spree and then RINGs... well, Ring Pops... But, Nathan DID get down on one knee...
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So, after we got our rings, NONE of us were ready to call it a night, so we took off for a romantic walk along the pier. One thing led to another, and before we could stop ourselves, we were DANCING!
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We danced and danced until our feet ached almost as much as our faces from smiling so much. But, the night was not over yet. The guys brought us home, and as every great date ends with sweet kisses, ours ended with one from each of our handsome escorts.
Of course, as girls USUALLY do, we went inside and rehashed everything that happened that night -- marveling at how fortunate we were to have such sweet and thoughtful guys in our lives. We found out that NONE of us girls had ever been on a date for Valentine's Day before. So, this night was definitely special for each of us. In FACT, we all admitted that now, we're spoiled. Those men definitely raised the bar, and we girls won't be able to accept any carelessly thought out dates from now on. Too bad, boys. I've tasted the gourmet dating scene, so I won't be content with fast food anymore!
Things are going so well here. I haven't been as content and happy like this ANYWHERE else, and it just goes to show that I am exactly where I need to be.
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