Monday, November 2, 2009
A Quickie at Lunch
I get to go to hubby’s office today and have lunch. Now, I know – that doesn’t sound all that exciting – but you have to know that this is the FIRST time in 11 years that he has actually invited me.
Hubby is normally a pretty romantic guy. On our first date, he was on my doorstep with a big bouquet of beautiful flowers. I grabbed a plastic Chiefs beer cup to use as a vase, thinking, “Okay – that was nice – but it’s the first date. No big deal. He’s just trying to impress me.”
On our second date, he showed up AGAIN with another big beautiful bouquet of flowers. I had to grab a plastic Royals cup to use as a vase, and I thought, “Okay – now he’s got my attention. And I better go to more sporting events soon and drink more beer or I’m going to run out of vases pretty quick.”
Through the years, he’s often brought me flowers for no reason, cards and gifts “just because”, and taken me on some pretty romantic trips. But he’s never – in all of that time – invited me down to his office for lunch. Never ever.
So imagine my surprise and delight when, a few days ago, he extended the invitation.
“Do you want to come to my office on Monday for lunch?” he said.
I looked at him, blinked, and said, “What did you just say?” I was sure I’d heard him wrong.
He repeated the invitation, and I eagerly accepted. Visions of a romantic picnic danced in my head, and I was already dreaming of the perfect, romantic outfit to wear – not to imagine all the wicked things we could do behind closed doors in his office.
He then said, “Great! They’re doing flu shots Monday for all the employees and their spouses – and I wanted to make sure you got yours."
Wow. It doesn’t get much more romantic than that. Now excuse me while I go get ready for my shot.