>What Eight Years of Date Nights Looks Like

>Hubs and I were out on a romantic date night at The Flying Saucer a few nights ago when it happened.

H stopped talking and gently leaned toward me. I closed my eyes blissfully and puckered up.

“So a pirate walks into a bar,” he said. I opened my eyes.

“The bartender said, ‘Did you know you have a steering wheel in your pants?’ And the pirate says, ‘Ay matey, it’s drivin’ me nuts.'” He waggled his eyebrows at me.

I paused. “If this were our first date? You would soooo not be getting a second one,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re telling drinking jokes on a date?” I said. “Seriously?”

He laughed. “Well you failed the second date test when we got our drinks and you said, ‘Beer’s to you!'”

“What?!” I said in mock disbelief. “That was incredibly clever! You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first!”

“It was lame!” he said. “Admit it! No second date for you!” We both laughed for a moment and I took another sip of beer.

“If I could remember half of our conversations, I’d have so much more to write about,” I said wistfully.

“Yeah, but it would be weird if you were constantly saying, ‘Hold on a minute, let me write that down for later.'”

“It would save me a lot of work, though.”

“Yeah.”

We lapsed into thoughtful silence for a moment.

“So,” said Hubs. “A gorilla walks into a bar and orders a drink…”

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