So I get a lot of shite for this.
B's dad makes a joke now EVERY TIME we come over for Sunday Lunch. His dad thinks it is funny that we go on dates.
I like dates. Especially when I get to pick where we go - which was a stipulation of us going to dinner tonight. We're going out with a couple where the wife was my first experience with the female of the Parisian species. Territorial, insecure, well-dressed, skinny as a rail. Can only be fun, right?
We are going to L'Office.
I'll let you know how it goes.