There are dates (the kind you laugh about over cocktails) and then there are dates (the crazy-fun kind you log in the history books).
This recent date #3 with Mr. Tall and Handsome Drink of Water was epic: A walk on the beach at sunset, followed by sweet lattes, followed by a spontaneous trip to the Roman-esque Palace of Fine Arts, followed by fish tacos.
I’m still reliving the moments. We took endless sunglasses-on selfie pics. We explored the seemingly-inviting cliffs of China beach only to scramble quickly before getting swallowed up by the creeping tide. We made a pit stop at Java Beach Cafe to reward our salty tastebuds with sweet dirty chai lattes. We stood beneath the towering columns of the Palace of Fine arts, like he was saving Rome and I was Helen of Troy. We laughed at our blackened feet from climbing the Ocean Beach dunes. And when the date was over and he walked me to my door, we gave warm hello kisses like the date was starting all over again.
A total guy date, yes, but perfectly romantic in every way. Rich, are you listening? Even if you are, I have to admit. Our date was pretty perfect.
