What a night! I was anxious to get back home to New York after 3 days in Washington, DC. The weather has been beautiful lately in NYC and lends itself to dining alfresco. A night out at one of my favorite restaurants was in order. No need to make a reservation. They know us well there. “How many in your party tonight, T.J.?” “One and a half,” I replied. “And, can we have a high chair, please?”
The two of us have been out to restuarants together plenty of times before. It’s always fun and interesting, but we’ve always done breakfast or lunch. Her age, bedtime, and mood often dictate that she can’t be out so late. On this night, we were making an exception. This was actually our first ever dinner date. Just the two of us.
And my little dinner companion was a hit. We sat at a great table situated on the corner of 3rd Avenue in Manhattan. With the steady stream of pedestrians, we made a lot of new friends who kept stopping to check out my date’s big smile, big blue eyes, and bigger-by-the-day hair. I always love when people are impressed by my date! This was a little different, however.
It was all a little different. This date didn’t mind that I ordered for her, or that I cut up her food into little pieces. The conversation was good and constant, even though we speak two different languages. (English & baby babble) And, at the end of dinner, there was no awkward moment over who would pay the bill.
A few years ago, I might have been racing home from an out-of-town trip so I could hook up with (fill in the blank) for a date night of dinner and drinking, with every intention of taking her back to my place. Well, last night, at the end of the night, I took my date home. Took her home, changed her diaper, put diaper rash paste on her butt, put her pajamas on, read through her “My Itsy Bitsy Spider Tab Book,” and rocked her to sleep. What a night!
I wrote an article a few months ago about giving up my perfectly good bachelor life. Who knew that giving it up would eventually lead to much better date nights.