Dating...

Date {deyt}
A social appointment, engagement, or occasion arranged beforehand with another person

I’m not a fan of dating. Dating is hard stuff! Before meeting Mr. Right, I struggled in the land of dating. I got stood up multiple times by the same man, I got ditched in the middle of a date at least 30 minutes away from my home, and many just wanted to be friends. Lucky for me, Mr. Right was having the same issues. Living in Rexburg, in a LDS college town, it was all about the marrying-not dating. Mr. Right found out far too quickly {first date} that he didn’t meet standards of one particular woman because he cared what kind of car he would be driving in the future. Dating was bad news for us.

Even after we met, dating was hard. We more or less spent time together talking because it was free. Mr. Right would visit me at work, and I him. We would go to cheap movies or rent and stay in. We chose fast food {not only by choice but force as it was much too small of a town for dating}. We even would go to church together because that constituted us being together all of the time. Dating wasn’t really dating at all for us.

Four months after meeting we were married. There was no further time for dating. We had already achieved the purpose of dating and didn’t see fit to continue courting each other as often. Sure, we often see movies, we go to dinner together all of the time, and sometimes we just walk and talk, but that’s not dating!

Well tonight folks, we date! We may or may not be going home and getting all dressed up. Mr. Right may or may not be picking the venues and keeping them a surprise. Mr. Right may or may not be even paying for the entire event.

There will be all of the joys of dating... waiting for your date to finish getting ready, casual and friendly talk throughout the night, even an awkward should we call it a night or continue the splendor.

Who knew dating could be so wonderful?