“I wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger…”
Name that tune?
“Out Tonight” from the musical RENT of course!
Today, I woke up and decided to wear *First Date Skirt* A lovely little red plaid skirt that always makes me feel great and has worked it’s charm on a few first dates. Of course, it’s retired. And so are the stories…at least on this blog. ANYHOW, I’ve probably put it on once or twice since my first date with Mark. Maybe? But today it was calling out my name.
In retrospect, when I just heard the commercial for Nip/Tuck and I said “Oh, Dr. Christian Troy somethingsomethingsexyhotbeautifulbadbadmansomething” Mark asked out loud if that’s why I wore first date skirt today. No. Um, I don’t think so.
So here’s the real story.
I went in the kitchen and said to Mark. Paraphrased because I lost the exact words when trying to write the sentence above about Dr. Christian Troy.
“So, I’m wearing first date skirt…”
“And it’s making me want to go out and flirt tonight…what’cha gonna do about that?”
“Do we have any soup?”
“DO WE HAVE ANY SOUP?” The romance is dead. And of course we have soup who do you think I am?
“I didn’t hear the last thing you said.”
The romance is dead.