So I just finished a lunch of leftover BBQ brisket, and a few peanut m&m's! I thought I had better get back to our story, before you guys get mad! heehee
So here we go...
Our first real date was at a Mexican restaurant. Neither of us can remember the name. We both had chimichangas. DH recommended it. He had more food experience than I. I only knew tacos with ketchup. Yeap, ketchup! (Don't worry I don't eat them like anymore, well once in awhile!) We sat across from each other talking. I don't remember much from our conversation.
The resturant was not packed but not empty either. The lights where dim. Now DH was thinking that I was just going on this date with him to be nice and this was the last time we'd get together. I, on the other hand, apparently, was thinking other thoughts . Now, you have to understand that I was very shy and I didn't tell people how I felt, especially guys. I still get red in the face telling my DH certain things. So when I looked at my date and told him, "You have kissable lips." I was more then a bit embarressed. I was shocked that I even said that. I had to excuse myself to go to the ladies room and compose myself.
I came back. I don't remember much of the rest of the night. DH told me later that he was glad that I told him that. He knew I liked him and it wasn't the end. However, he felt pressured to kiss me after that. He didn't. He was a gentleman.