Hey, At Least It Wasn’t Our First Date, Right?

Do you know what one of the coolest things about being married is? To be quite honest, it’s that you never have to go on another 1st date for the rest of your life. I mean, come on. You remember those awkward first dates where you’re pretty much doing all you can to impress some girl you hardly even know, only to end up making a complete fool out of yourself. You know what I’m talking about, right?

Well, last night was a great reminder that I’ll never have to do that again. You see, we were at Chili’s for a short evening out while little Zeke was at Grandma & Grandpa’s house. It was shaping up to be a relatively normal experience, that is until the waitress brought Rachel her water and me my Diet Coke. Now, the drinks, on their own, were fine. It was the straw in the indestructible plastic wrapper that was the culprit.

You see, no matter how hard I tried, the straw wrapper just wouldn’t come off, that is until I tried pretty much with all my might (which, mind you, is a lot). Well, to make a long story short, the straw wrapper actually came off much easier than I had anticipated, which resulted in me knocking my Diet Coke about half-way across the restaurant (ok, not quite half-way, more like 49%). Of course we were both a little embarrased, and we did feel bad for the waitress who had to mop it up while we just sheepishly sat there (don’t worry, we tipped really well), but it was great, and here’s why:

You see, I’ve already got the perfect woman. Though I like to do so, I don’t need to impress her. She’s already mine. She knows that every once in a while, I’m a complete klutz (it’s not like that’s anything new to her). And in the end, I didn’t have to worry that I had completely ruined my chances with an incredible girl. Instead, we got to laugh about it for the rest of the night, and then we went home together.

The end.