Saturday, March 26, 2011

Can you smash a headlight with an imaginary golf club?

My husband and I have a couple new rules when out on a date.

Imagine if you will a crowded restaurant on a Friday night. One very tired but very excited couple is sitting at the bar waiting for a table. They are sans children for the first time in months. The conversation revolves around a home purchase the couple is currently into knee deep. The banter is light and hopeful. But then the club comes out. The wife rolls her eyes and quickly becomes sour. All eyes in room turn to the husband who is practicing his golf swing with his imaginary golf club.

Rule Number One: no golf on a date unless we are in fact golfing, which I assure you, will never be a date night activity. (My husband, who doesn’t understand the personal space bubble rule and likes to read over my shoulder, has ever so helpfully added that you can’t golf at night and therefore agrees that we will never have a golfing date night. In my opinion, that just proves the sun, earth and general rules of planetary gravitational pull are all on my side.)

Finally at the table and over the golfing breakdown the couple decides on two entrees to share and fill the time once again with conversation. The kids certainly come up and so does the husband’s other love, cars. Somewhere amidst the lingo of brembo brakes, upgraded suspension systems, laguna seca, 0 to 60 in 4 seconds, 5 liters, 302, Boss, naturally aspirated and small block, the wife’s eyes glaze over. Naturally the man doesn’t notice and continues, blue with white trim, or maybe gray with dark gray trim, or white with some sort of golf club trim. Please waitress, bring this lady some food before she stabs out her own eye.

Rule Number Two: Keep car chatter to a minimum before the breadsticks arrive, for your own safety and the world around you. In return I will keep scrapbooking raves to a minimum before the wine arrives. I think that is fair.

Disclaimer: This blog makes my husband appear to be a “dickhead” which I assure you he is not. I daresay his version of our date would be more humorous, but alas he doesn’t have a blog.