“Love is friendship set on fire.” –Jeremy Taylor
They’re older now. No longer sweet-faced college kids, but not yet middle aged, on the cusp of something. Something is about to happen. Something is going to happen.
But not right now. Right now, it’s date night. She called him up Tuesday during her lunch break and asked him out on a date for Friday night. He said yes, of course. What else was he going to say? Uh, no. I’m going to be too busy mowing our awesome lawn to go out with a hot chick like you? Not a chance.
And whenever he asked her what she had planned, she wouldn’t spill any details, so he grew more and more curious as the days crawled by.
When Friday night finally rolled around, he made it home first. He’d wanted to see if he’d be able to catch a sneak peek, and he was just excited about whatever she had planned. Usually they would just end up going to dinner, maybe a movie, maybe Netflix. He loved it when she got all dressed up, but he loved it when they got comfortable at home.
He showered, shaved, fixed his hair, put on a pair of nice trousers, that shirt he knew she liked, the blue one with the lavender pinstripes, his black vest that she’d bought for him, claiming that it “waistcoats” were “In.” He suspected that the vest pinged on her Librarian kink. Suspicions were confirmed when he wore the thing with his glasses for the first time because he was out of disposable contacts, and even further when she bought him two new ties. He contemplated wearing the bow tie, but ended up choosing the muted silver necktie instead. He had his own kinks, too.
Dressed, he made himself comfortable in the armchair to wait. Twenty minutes later, she breezes in through the door, looking and smelling amazing.
“Hi, baby. You look…Wow. Just…wow.” She smiles as his eyes eat her up.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied, doing a turn, showing off her curves in the purple dress.
“Please do.” His eyes glittered, smiling at the promise of the evening. “You never told me what we’re doing. Do we have reservations somewhere?”
She smiled at him, backing up towards their bedroom. “As a matter of fact, yes. I just need a couple of minutes and I’ll be ready.”
Noting that her heels made her ass look perky, he watched her saunter to their room. “Are we on a time table?”
“Sort of,” she called back before closing the door. “But relax, we’re ok.”
He took a deep breath and exhaled shakily, his hand going nervously to his pocket. He’s startled when the doorbell rings.
“Babe, could you get that?”
“Got it!” When he answered the door, there was some kid from the local pizza place holding out a stack of food to him.
“Uh, I think you have the wrong house.”
“She said you’d probably say that. She told us to say that it is absolutely the correct house and that it’s all paid for. Except for the tip.”
He narrowed his eyes at the youth suspiciously before pulling a twenty out of his wallet. The kid took it with a flourish and a salute.
“Thanks, man. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Uh, thanks.” He froze, frantically thinking of the date. Oh. He hadn’t realized she’d set up a big Valentine’s date for them. But the pizza? “I thought we were going out,” he murmured, taking the pizza to the kitchen before he went in search for answers.
He didn’t have far to look. She was on the couch, waiting for him. But she wasn’t wearing the purple dress she arrived in, and her hair was no longer neat and tidy. She was wearing a pair of his flannel pajama pants and one of his favorite t-shirts. Her feet were bare, red toenails peeking out from beneath the cuffs.
“I thought we were going out.”
“You thought wrong,” she informed him merrily, stuffing a cheese puff in her mouth.
“You told me to dress nice.”
“I like you like this. It’s one of my favorite things in the world.”
His brain is going to explode.
“Babe, can you clue me in on what’s happening right now?”
“It’s date night. I asked you on a date, and we’re having a date.”
“But what?” She exhaled noisily and turned around on her knees. “Babe, what are you not getting? It’s date night, it’s Valentine’s Day, there’s pizza, you looking like that and me looking like this. What’s not to get?”
His eyes were crossing. Her logic still wasn’t getting through. “Ok, well, I thought you’d want to do something amazing for Valentine’s Day…”
She tilted her head. “Baby, we are doing something amazing.” Quick as a flash, she throws a plastic package at him. He ducks, and it lands behind him. “Dude, pick that up.”
He does as he’s told, but he’s absolutely shocked by what he holds in his hand. “Oh my g—Babe, is this what I think it is?”
“If you think it’s the newest must-have game for your console, why yes, yes, it is. And just to get the party started a little quicker, yes, this is what we’re doing for date night. Happy Valentine’s Day!”
His jaw is on the floor. He has no idea what to say.
“Oh! There’s beer, too! Lemme go grab it!”
She tries to move past him into the kitchen, but he grabs her arm and swings her around, pulling her close to get them lip to lip.
“What was that for?” she murmured, her arms twining about his waist.
“Because you are simply amazing,” he stated honestly. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Everything?” she asked impishly. “I mean, there’s more to come, like the strawberries and whipped cream for dessert…”
“Actually, I’d like to have my dessert first.” She squeals as he picks her up and heaves her over his shoulder, fireman-style, carrying her to their room.
“I do love cold pizza!”