I want to write all the fun and sexy parts of date night. I want to tell you how it started on date morning with me carefully selecting my clothes so that I would feel sexy and powerful all day. And I want to tell you how we met for dinner and then wended our way home to an amazing time that leaves me sitting here with a generally sore right bottom cheek. (Why only right? See, if I could tell you all about it, you would know.)
But before I talk about all that fabulousness, I need to write about the more serious side. A continuation of my last post, I think. I had ended it here:
