The Perfect Date, Just the Three of Us
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Freedom .
I had the perfect date tonight. A double-date of sorts.
Iâ€™d planned it for weeks. Take my dates to my favorite restaurant, Bonefish Grill in Destin, for this special occasion. Weâ€™d dress up, wear pantyhose and heels even. The girls insisted I wear what they call â€œthe Ultimate Date Blouse,â€ which is scandalously low cut, but well, okay. No one else has been worth it yet.
We didnâ€™t leave my house on time. One of my dates was late, thanks to some relativesâ€™ shopping plans. By the time we arrived at Bonefish, weâ€™d missed our tableâ€”and had to wait an hour. But that was okay, because we milled around Rossâ€™ discount store and while my dates checked out the jackets, I found my favorite kinds of clothes. Crushed velvet skirts and beaded blouses and satin and silk and jewel colors and Goth and Medieval. I barely got through the checkout before we were summoned to dinner.
We got a quiet table and a great waiter who was young, enthusiastic, and cute.
We ordered what I always love to orderâ€”a selection of appetizers. I decide to forgo the Trinchero because I was driving, but the food was delicious, the company grand, and the atmosphere superb.
The date ended perfectly, back at my house, and I even got a couple of pecks on the cheekâ€”a sure sign that the date went well. And then my dates were tucked into bed and I went back to my work on the computer.
Yes, a very good night, with my two daughters, and thoughts of 13 years ago, when I first held my younger one.