Today is the 8th Anniversary of my first date with Doug.
We went to Dave and Busters, an adult "Chuck E. Cheese" and played blackjack. I wouldn't let him buy me dinner, I paid for myself. I told him that if I let him buy me dinner I was a prostitute because he didn't pay for me before we were kissing. We went back to my apartment and made out on the couch. Seriously, I'm not lying, it was like high schoolers in the back of a car.
Who knew that one cold night would change everything? That we would marry, and have a beautiful son.
It was easily the best date I ever had.
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For the record, I did manage to pay for some dinners later without damaging Jodi’s honor.
For the record, I did manage to pay for some dinners later without damaging Jodi’s honor.
For the record, I did manage to pay for some dinners later without damaging Jodi’s honor.
For the record, I did manage to pay for some dinners later without damaging Jodi’s honor.
I would have been sold by the Dave and Busters. I love that place.
I would have been sold by the Dave and Busters. I love that place.
I would have been sold by the Dave and Busters. I love that place.
I would have been sold by the Dave and Busters. I love that place.