Perhaps he thought I was being noble about today’s original plans. He was waiting for me to ask something, but I truly thought, well, if we can’t do it together, he should at least go by himself. I guess maybe he thought that was weird, or selfish.
Part of me needs a little more pampering. I guess that makes me spoiled. But I know, if I can’t have it, I’ll live. By the same token, I like to treat others to special things.
As of right now, we have no plans. We decided it would be date night a few weeks ago. That we should make an effort to have one a month. We’ve gone out already, so I suppose I can’t complain. I think we mostly did this because if the surgery does happen next week, it will be a while before he’s up for it again.
I don’t know if this places undue pressure on him. It is often the guy’s responsibility to pick the event, the restaurant, come up with the plans. I don’t mind doing it, but I sometimes wonder if we’re both too easygoing about it. Often, we offer to leave it up to the other, because we don’t have enough of a preference or because we don’t want to decide for the other.
I just like getting dolled up and spending some time with him. It doesn’t have to be elaborate, expensive or excessive. Just a night out. Just a date.
