The date started off like any other. We had a few text conversations and a phone date before we decided to have a dinner date. In the previous contacts and conversations together, he is very polite, warm , and funny. But nothing was going to prepare me for what was to come on this particular evening.
The restaurant we decided on was Durango's, very good Mexican food. Before leaving I text him, "What are you wearing so I know who you are so I don't hit on some Mexican waiter." The man white and 6'4", there was no chance to mistake a Mexican waiter but I was making a joke. He texts me back, "We are meeting at Taco Bell right?" See, he is funny. He told me he would be wearing a bright red jacket. I was picturing a big red parka or some type of red winter jacket. Oh no, he was wearing a bright jacket that had red on it. It was a jacket that was totally 1980's windbreaker type jacket. I asked him, "What kind of a jacket is that!?" He proudly replied, "This is my Olympic jacket, I had to ski hard for this." lol It did have some type of Olympic design on the back. Oh okay, I get it, the winter Olympics are going on right now. He is trying to be in style. The jacket looked like it hadn't been in style or ironed in a number of years.
Friday night and the restaurant was jammed packed, there was only one table in the center that was a small table for two. The waiter showed us to the table then went to retrieve our water. He and I began talking and joking around. Talking about work, the typical type of things you ask and discuss while on a first date.
I asked him, "Do you have any pets?" He said, "I have a dog, he is a wiener dog." The image of this very tall robust man walking down the street with a little tiny wiener dog. The image just made me smile, I had to hold back the laughter but it was a big smile. I replied to him with a big smile that barely contained the joyous laughter behind it, "Awww, how cute, what is his name?" He said, "Prince."
The laughter exploded out of my mouth as if my lungs were an erupting volcano, first a bit slow, then it just continued to explode. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't stop, hold it back, or even breath. Oh gosh, I was laughing so hard me eyes were watering. He began to smile and laugh too, thank the Lord. "I didn't name him, my brother gave him the name. I wanted to have a large dog but my brother's dogs had puppies and they gave this one to me, he was already named Prince." he confessed.
Through bursts of laughter I tried to apologize for laughing at his dog's name mixed with it's stature. I just couldn't control it. By now, in a crowded restaurant, people were beginning to take notice. I tried my best to calm myself and stop laughing. I was afraid to eat or take a drink of water worried that I would choke if I began to laugh again. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard. Anytime I think of it, I still laugh, I am laughing now as I type this. Wow, a wiener dog name Prince.
As we tried to change the subject, mostly in an attempt to get me to stop laughing, in my mind I could hear and see The Village People sing YMCA. Which made me laugh harder. No matter what he said or we talked about, every so often I would just start giggling at the thought of his dog named Prince. By now, my inner conscious was praying that God would close the flood gates of my laughing. We were able to move on to other topics of discussion but the smile and song of YMCA was still with me.
After a wonderful dinner and enjoyment that we had had, he looks at me and says, "Let's get out of here." I was surprised because we didn't have any plans for after dinner, I asked, "Where are we going?" He said, lets go see a movie." "Okay" I responded, I was having so much fun, I really didn't want to just part after that and go home, still laughing.
We drove in separate vehicle to the movie theater. I was laughing uncontrollably, trying to get it all out before we met up again at the movie theater. We had no idea what was showing what times. As we approached the ticket counter, we asked what was beginning now and the woman behind the counter said, "When in Rome." I asked, "What is that about?" She replied, "It is a romantic comedy." My date responded, "Well, perfect." I looked at the woman and said, "Okay, sign us up." We got our tickets and found the appropriate theater and went in. We sat next to each other, we laughed at the funny parts and sometimes made our predictions what was going to happen at other parts. He was a complete gentleman. Nearing the end of the movie, he reaches over and put his arm around my arm. I asked, "What are you doing?" He boldly and honestly said, "I would have pretended to stretch to put my arm around you but I didn't need to stretch my arm." lol
The movie was really very good. Both of us had a very nice time. This a great date, better than I have had in a tremendous amount time. We walked to our vehicles that were parked next to each other. I thanked him for a wonderful time. I told him, "I really had a nice time." Then once again apologized for the uncontrollable laughter earlier in the evening. He leaned in, gave me a little kiss and we said good bye.
When I arrived home, still smiling, I started to text him telling him again what a nice time I had when I was interrupted by his text to me. lol It was a very nice date.
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