Date Night – Bookstore

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Date Night – Flirting in a Bookstore – The Books

So, for our date night, below is the list of the types of books we were tasked with finding. It’s kind of a cool way of spending some time together and certainly got us looking at books we normally wouldn’t look at.

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Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham.

Find a book you loved as a child – Dr Seuss – Green Eggs and Ham. Still one of the best books I’ve ever read.

None for The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World. She had recently just purchased The Tale of Custard the Cowardly Dragon (she said for her boys, but she read it twenty times by herself since getting it.)

Find a self-help book you could use – well, clearly that’s flirting in a bookstore. Flirting for Dummies.

The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World did not get one which totally makes sense since she’s perfect just the way she is.

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Eyewitness Guide – Chicago.

Find a book about a place you want to visit – I chose Chicago. Eyewitness Guide to Chicago. I like windy cities. It has great architecture, and one of my characters in a book I wrote came from there.

The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World agreed with that book, so we bought it.

Find a memory – Not quite sure what this meant, but I found a whole shelf of books about Italy. I loved Italy. I would love to go back there at some point.

Find a book about a subject you’d like to learn – How to properly taser someone? I couldn’t find a book on that.

The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World chose the Ultimate Quilter’s Bible. She’s been wanting to take a class on it and create quiltie masterpieces.

Find a book about a sport that’s always fascinated you – Pie eating. Is that a sport? Well, there’s a book for it.

The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World couldn’t find a sport that fascinated her, though I think she spent a ton of time looking at calendars with Jason Mamoa pictures.

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George Orwell. 1984. One of the greatest books ever written.

Find a classic you’d like to read1984. I’ve read it, so it really was ‘read AGAIN.’ A simple but brutal look at what could happen to us. A must-read for everyone.

The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World was still looking at Jason Mamoa pictures. My thinking is he could have picked up anyone using my lines.

Find a book with a recipe you’d like to try –  I didn’t find one. Ran out of time and I’m sure The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World had called the manager on me.

The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World got Keto in 28 days. We’ll be starting that diet in 2 days. I can’t have sugar or pasta. I may become unstable.

Find a book with a language that appeals to you – Spanish. I think I could yo hablo me some español. Spanish for Dummies. (Yes, I do like Dummy books, don’t judge.)

I tried to talk The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World into learning Ukrainian, but no luck.

Find a book you were forced to read – Neither of us looked for this one.

Find an idea for a romantic date – A cruise through the canals of Chicago? We didn’t find any books, though.

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David Sedaris. Let’s Explore Diabetes With Owls.

Find a book your spouse would like – I got David Sedaris. Funny guy.  Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls. Yup, that’s the title. Gives you an idea of how goofy this guy is.

The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World got me Jann Arden’s Feeding My Mother.

Find a history book – I found Leningrad Siege and Symphony about Dmitri Shostakovich’s experience during WW2.

The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World bought 22 Jason Mamoa calendars. Not sure of the historical nature of them, but she said there was one of him as a shirtless scout from the historical show Frontiers.

Find a book you hated50 Shades of Grey. I hated that poor writing could do so well.

The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World wanted to find whatever book I’d read on flirting in bookstores.

Find a book with provocative thought –  I don’t have deep thoughts anymore. I used to have them, but now they’ve been forced out as my brain fills with hockey facts, Stravinsky symphonies and remembering where I left my wallet.

All-in-all, a date night I would recommend, though I totally hear people who’ve told me it would be odd to flirt with their long-time partner.

What books would you choose?

 

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Date Night – Flirting in a Bookstore

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Date Night – Flirting in a Bookstore

You gotta fight, for your right to have daaaaate nights. Thanks, Beastie Boys

Time to Talk About Date Nights

One of the hardest things to do with work and hockey games and concerts and sick kids and exhausted husbands is to find couple time.

For a wedding gift, a friend, Sheila Watson, gave us 12 months of date night ideas – We have done half of them. I’ll do up a blog on them all, but this one was a little different. We had to go to a bookstore, hunt for books we might ordinarily choose, (book list on tomorrow’s blog) and flirt ‘shamelessly’ while doing that.

Challenge accepted.

So, I put on my flirting pants, jelled up my hair, and grabbed a handful of breath mints. The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World wasn’t so sure about this, but I was sure I could flirt up a storm.

Here’s how it went. At least in my mind.

A good place to flirt. A bookstore. Chapters-Indigo. Unless, you know, you’re me

As per our instructions, we bought a coffee at the attached Starbucks and went into Chapters-Indigo. I went straight away to the history section, once grand, now reduced to a few shelves of books. I found a perfect one for The-Oldest, then decided to make my first flirting move.

I eased up beside The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World. She looked so beautiful and I’m surprised she doesn’t get hit on a ton in bookstores, grocery stores, and comicons.

“Hey, wanna come back to my basement with me,” I said. “I’m sure my mom will be ok with me having a girl over.”

“How old are you?”

“50. Ish.”

“I’m calling 911.”

Strike one.

I went over, again, as she was looking in the diet book section.

Me: “So, trying to lose some weight?”

“Do I need to lose some weight?”

“I dunno, let’s ask around.”

“I’m calling the manager.”

Strike two.

Next time I tried while she was in the children’s book area.

“Hey, could you help me. My hands are full and I need to get something out of my pocket. Could you reach in and grab it? The front pocket.”

“I have bear spray in my purse.”

Strike 3. But I didn’t give up.

“Hey, I saw on your Facebook page that you were coming down to the bookstore.”

“Ah, what?”

“So I looked you up. Here’s a white-chocolate mocha, double-shot, with extra sprinkles, no whipped cream, just the way you like it.”

“Ah. I’m not drinking that.”

“No problem. Looking for a book on dogs? I know you like dogs. A lot. And half-naked pictures of Thor.”

“Uhg! I hate Facebook. Please stand at least 10 feet away from me.”

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Flirting done by the masters.

Hmmm.

Ok, so it wasn’t going well, but never surrender, right?

While she was looking at 50 Shades, errr, I mean, the self-help section, I came up to her, again.

“I love your hair. My grandma does her hair just like that.”

“Go away.”

“Bookstores make me want to go poop.”

“That was inappropriate.”

“I was sharing something personal. The flirting manual says I should share something personal.”

“Not that.”

“I like bees.”

“Are you out on a day pass?”

“Maybe…”

“Is your special needs helper nearby?”

“I’ll leave.”

So, I guess I didn’t do as well as I thought I would. However, I still got to go home with The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World. A total win!

If you want to see what books we searched for, check out tomorrow’s blog.

How would you flirt in a bookstore?

 

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I may not be the only one who struggles with flirting in a bookstore

 

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The Big Loss – Being a Goalie Parent

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The Big Loss

This is for the goalie mom but applies to any goalie dad as well. And maybe the grandparents, too.

Being a goalie parent is something like being Donald Trump’s mom, you’re just kinda waiting for something bad to happen.

I mean, hey, if your child is playing defense and makes a mistake, no big deal, it’s a mistake and someone Gretzkys by him. If your child is a forward and misses a shot, again, no big deal, it’s not like the whole game will be won or lost on that shot.

But when a goalie makes a mistake, a goal is scored. The other team is super happy, but your own team is not. Your coach is not. Your fans are not.

Now, it’s not like The-Youngest hasn’t had bad games in the past, all goalies do. Heck, when he was starting out, we lost count after 20 in one game. But this isn’t the super cute Timbits hockey, this is Pee-Wee and people take things a lot more seriously.

So when The-Youngest had a bad game, a game where every bounce went the wrong way, where he was a fraction of a second too late, where he made bad choices, we could only sit in the stands and cheer him on, (apparently, much to the Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World’s annoyance, moms are not allowed to rush on the ice and give their boys a big kiss on the head.)

Then, when they switched out goaltenders (as they do when they have two on a team), he skated off the ice, dejected and sat on the bench, facing the wall.

For the first time since he began playing, that game got to him. And we could do nothing.

Nothing!

The coaches came over and talked to him, the team patted him on the head, tried to encourage him, but we knew he sat there crying, upset that he had let the team down.

And we could do nothing!

I guess it’s a part of growing up. He must go through these things himself. He must feel what he’s going to feel. He must react how he’s going to react. Sadly, we can’t rush off to give him a big hug and tell him it’ll be ok.

It’s hard.

It’s a pain no one tells you about. It’s a parental pain. It’s a pain that comes from the heart. You can actually feel it there. Squeezing.

It’s horrible.

Every parent has probably felt it at some point. Likely we’ll feel it again. We want to make it better. We want to make it right.

Sometimes, however, we can’t.

And that’s a lesson I didn’t want to have to learn.

A November 11, 1958 photo of Montreal Canadiens’ goaltender Jacques Plante. Now, imagine your the mom of this goalie!

 

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