Kara was telling me about a romantic evening with her husband, and we were realizing that it was a prototypical evening that we spend together. We came to the oddly comfortable conclusion that the only people we really date is each other.
It's true that we frequently dine at lovely restaurants together.
It's likewise true that we cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie and share a bottle of wine.
Or eat by candlelight with soft music.
Her husband refers to us as "the girls," as though we are a package deal. As indeed we are. Is that a bad thing?
We sat and watched the movie The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood tonight. Again. It's a movie about friendships that survive a lifetime. I wonder how many marriages could survive that kind of friendship? I love Soubanh for that.
If I ever marry again, I hope it's a man who will embrace (or at least tolerate) my very dear friends.
I wish Kara would get a job so that she could afford to support me in the style to which I'd like to become accustomed. Or at least take me out for sushie more often. Not that I'm complaining.
At least I have a date.
3 comments:
Your movie selection may very well kill hiim! Sean Connery would never be in the Ya-Ya anything! You need the Wind and Lion at the least!
How 'bout when you get all rich and stuff you come date me?! Though I've never actually met Kara, she can come along too. Charles wouldn't mind you dating me at all.
If I move in can I go on a date too? I like both you and Kara! Will this #3 be company?
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