On Friday, we went on an actual big person date. Dinner, drinks, and a movie. On a Friday night. Dating pioneers. That’s what we are. At the bar, I finally tried an Ardbeg 10 year old. It’s creamy, peaty and fucking delicious scotch. Afterwards we went to see Gravity in 3D. Pretty great movie. Sandra Bullock and George Clooney were excellent, and the special effects were just mind boggling. As Chris Livingston put it: “I’m pretty sure they shot it in actual outer space.”
On Saturday, we went for a walk on the causeway. It’s a 4 mile trail cutting straight across an enormous lake with spectacular views of islands and picturesque mountains on both sides. It’s also 4 miles. Which meant that we walked 8 miles round trip just all willy nilly. My legs were barking that night and much of the next morning.
The other night, the following happened:
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Are we together?”
This talk was inevitable. We’ve been dating about a month. I replied in the affirmative. We hung out all the time already doing couple-y things and we slept at each others places constantly. So I guess we’re official now. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Another girl to call “babe”. Hm.