Tuesday, January 22, 2008
One of the ways Shane and I are trying to keep the peace is by investing more time and engergy into our marriage. We already had a great relationship, but his schedule really can weaken it. So, we planned to go on a date night about twice a month and read our Night Light for Couples devotional several times a week. I've noticed just these things, coupled with the extra emphasis on our relationship has produced more fruit-like more flirting, more praying together, more serving each other.
While all these things are good, date night might need some adjusting. Around here, unless you want to roll down stickery hills there's not much to do but go out to eat. There are few good places in our town, but there's a truck stop about 20 minutes from here. I know, even our seven year old said, "That's not very romantic!". But they do have great food.
I'm glad the food was good because the company wasn't so great. There's a booth right inside the door. Shane, of course, took the seat facing the door and cash register (all directly behind me). He was so occupied with scanning the room, people watching and trying to ID former inmates that I had to hold up both sides of the conversation. I finally gave up and just ate my chocolate cream pie in quiet solitude while he peered over my head at every soul who entered and exited. Tears stung at my eyes, daring to give away my deflated heart, but I kept them at bay, knowing it was probably day one of PMS. Later, on the way out I kidded him about being more interested in the people watching than with me, to which he laughed and said he was just still eating (I'd finished first) and that next time I should invite a girlfriend to date night so we can talk the whole time.
Okay, so going out to eat on date night isn't a good idea. At least not alone. We have a great time when we double date, there's so much more to talk about when another couple joins us. Then when we part ways there's the conversation that follows: So, how'd you like it? Don't you think they're fun? What'd you think when they asked you about getting tased? Do you think they had fun or did they just pretend their babysitter had to go home early?
Oh, come on, you know you have that conversation, too. Except it goes like this: I'm so glad the babysitter had to go home early, that saved our night! Can you believe he wouldn't stop talking about getting tased?