Mini golf never goes out of style.
…working on that.
A date who would likely get me arrested today. In college I went out with a smart, young hottie who definitely lived on the edge. The first stop was the liquor store. We were on my motorcycle. Sitting behind me she started pouring shots of rum into my mouth directly from the bottle, chased by Diet Pepsi. How she managed to do that while still hanging on remains a mystery. She was a biology major and claimed that the lack of carbohydrates in the rum/diet mix would keep me from having a hangover.
At some point later, it may have been a different evening. We out with some other friends in a car. Some kid flipped us off and she got out of the car and chased him into his house. She even went into the house after him. We all sat in the car watching in some degree of shock. For some reason I imagined shotguns becoming involved, thankfully not. She was perhaps, a bit too much fun.
Good for you man. I wondered why you have not been posting that much.
Me and my wife usually have the regular day to day fun but it has been a pretty long time since we have had time go out for a nice night. So hopefully my best date in a while will be this Saturday
Therefore I have planned a for a date for the two of us for saturday night, sometimes it is nice to show her just how special she is and how much I appreciate knowing her. So I went shopping for her and got a nice BCBG Max Azaria designer dress with new shoes and the whole get up, which will be sitting waiting for her on Saturday afternoon when she gets back from her long run (marathon training) with a note to get ready for dinner at the Oceanaire Seafood Room in downtown Minneapolis, which is her favorite restaurant. Then we have reservations for a table afterwards at Solara, a local latin/Spanish salsa bar where we can drink and dance the night away or just sit and people watch. People watching is one of our favorite things to do when we go out, just sitting there talking and wondering what other peoples lives are like is always interesting.
I can not wait to surprise here and hope everything goes well after all the planning.
…working on that.
Don’t let her take you to any weddings.
Wedding dates are signs of impending doom … I haven’t seen “Wedding Crashers” yet, but I know this to be true.
The way you describe her is exactly what I hope for a boy to think about me someday!! 
ditto…
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Funny, I had one that qualified for most embarassing and best. I can’t go into details, but it involved a Cubs game, air hockey, a lot of booze, a 1982 Chevy Caprice, naughtiness, and four Chicago Police cars.
Good times, good times…
Kinda typical- the bad news thread outpaces the good news thread.
Right after my divorce I starting dating this woman who was going through a divorce. We met at the gym and initially just worked out together a couple times a week. Found out that we had a lot in common; she also ran and mt. biked and loved music. There was also loads of mutual physical attraction and since neither of us had had much of that for a while we spent a lot of time enjoying each other. Anyway we went to a black tie function one evening where there was an open bar and we both got really drunk. Ended up in my apartment, in my bed, with her on top, and just as things were reaching their point of no return she leans back and falls off my bed and cracks her head on my dresser. She nearly knocked herself unconscious. Fortunately there was a hospital within walking distance, so I dressed her and walked her to the emergency room where she had to have 6 stiches put in her head. What a great evening.
OK, I’ll throw my $.02 in, but preface by saying that *all my *dates w/KT are my best dates.
The year leading up to my first IM I was pretty absent at times. This was the first year we’d been together, and she was incredibly supportive of my goals. Cooked tons of great meals (I did too), massages, really understanding when I wasn’t able to make the odd ‘couples’ event, and generally let the year be about ‘me’. I felt guilty a lot of the time and let her know, but she was always understanding, and we made the most of the time we spent together.
After finishing my race we were driving back from BC through Baniff, with the plan being to overnight w/some friends in Calgary. Privately, I had booked a hey-baby room at the Baniff Springs for us instead, and set her up with a spa appt. for the morning. We went into Baniff for a while, walked around, blew a bunch of $$ on her at Lush, and then went back to the hotel. We ate dinner in the room, drank a bunch of wine, and talked late into the night. I wanted her to know how much her support over the last year meant to me, and that I felt that becoming an Ironman was something we had achieved together - I couldn’t imagine trying to do everything all on my own.
So, I’m popping the question this year on our way through to IMC. Seems like the right time and place for us!
Kinda typical- the bad news thread outpaces the good news thread.
Cheer up … take heart in this … It’s more fun to talk about a ride you crash on than one where everything works out just fine.
sigh… she’s a lucky girl. =)
More self-plagiarism … Not exactly a date, more of an incident:
Philadelphia, 1986
A couple of days after New Year’s, the Mom & Pop market next to my apartment building caught fire. At approximately 2AM, the PhilaFD ushered the entire population of my building out; not a great feat since there were only nine residents in the six units to begin with. It was about 20 degrees outside, and the spray from the hoses closely resembled snow making machines. The thoughtful firefighters put us into a police van to wait out the results.
I had been flirting with the cute girl across the hall ever since she and her lame, self-absorbed, closet-gay-bodybuilder boyfriend moved in the previous September. Jeannie was not reacting well to the adventure of experiencing a three-alarm fire, up close and personal. Boyfriend Bob (who, ironically was shaped like a fire-hydrant) didn’t see fit to step up with a comforting hug, a soothing caress. He appeared to be more interested in catching up on his beauty sleep. The other inhabitants of 2200 Pine Street also decided that nothing could be done by staying up all night watching Brownie’s Market turn into a giant marshmallow roaster, so they too nodded off under their standard Fire Department issue rescue blankets.
Aware of her distress, I motioned Jeannie to share my blanket, and I being the thoughtful gentleman I am / was held her close. She thanked me with a soft whisper, a kiss on the ear, another on my neck and a quick look around the van. With everyone out for the morning, she thanked me again; not verbally, but orally.
I of course could not return the favor by the same method, exactly, but I did show my appreciation; slowly and stealthily beneath the warm wool of the blanket, we slid our garments to our hips. With excruciatingly, pleasurable minute gyrations of our pelvi, biting our lips in the severest restraint, and muffling moans of ecstasy, we both agreed Bob was on the way out, and Jeannie should start seeing other people.
Meaning me, of course.
sniff, sniff…awesome!!
sometimes I think the best dates are the company involved versus the actual outing. One of my best dates…I met this dude on the IMFL forum back in 1999. We were both training for our first IM and both happened to live in the same city. We exchanged e-mails for a few days and then he asked if I wanted to get together for some training. I panicked thinking he’d kick my ass at any of the three things, so went with what I thought was the safest, “let’s meet at the pool.” Of course a few hours later I realized I’d have to wear a BATHING SUIT to my first meeting. He also invited me to dinner, which I decided we should wait on until after we actually met. We met, we swam and then he asked me if we were on for dinner. I decided he wasn’t that freaky so I agreed. That night he came to my house, we went to dinner and then walked to the top of a hill above the city and just talked. When we were about to leave he told me he wouldn’t walk me home until I kissed him. It was very nicely done and we went on to date for about three years. In the end we decided we were better friends than anything else. Infact to this day, three years since we’ve split, he’s still a very dear friend and I care about him a ton! 
That’s great! It’s nice when people can make that transition and not have to lose a friendship - not easy to do.
And, after 31 years… maybe not as much “lots of sex” but it is better then ever. We still look for ways to please each other.
That’s really sweet and honest.
Weird too…because I lived in Seattle at the time. How’s the Pac. North West treat’n ya?