The Date on Tuesday 2.0

A head pops round the office door.
“5.30 still ok?”
“Totally!”
“So, you are ok if we take separate cars?”
“Oh for sure, no sense in having to drive from one side of the beaches to the other to get home!”
Ok, see you later! *big grin*
Indeed! *equally big grin*
So, we adjourned to the car park after work and made our merry way to the mall, it was Tuesday, cheap night at the movies, and no doubt the scene of many a first date.
Tuck insisted on paying for the tickets. I’d paused at the insistence, to gauge the atmosphere to see if refusal was politic (no) and the tickets were bought and the pair of us trekked down the stairs to see Pirates 3… An innocuous enough choice given that you don’t want to see a romantic girly chick flick or a blood thirsty dick flick when you’re out for the first time together.
My review of the movie? Well. I’m a Depp fan… and his Sparrow character amuses me no end, I’d watch it again for that… but don’t go and have great expectations, it’s another in a long line of sequels who serve only to prime you for another sequel…
Anyway, the movie came and went and so we went to dinner. Tuck had researched my preferences and so we were off to Last Train, my absolute favourite Indian restaurant.
As always, the food was sublime, and again, for me to pay for my share of the meal was in no way countenanced. It shouldn’t be awkward but feminism and pride do sometimes make it a little awkward to simply acquiesce… But hey, I’m not complaining! I felt really blessed, (as was the intent)!!
The dinner conversation was easy, an equal blend of interest in me and generous revelation of Tuck’s world, it was a great night. An excellent first date.
Isn’t it just too bad that Tuck’s a girl?