I have a real date.

I have been asked out on a proper date.

What makes this so unique is that I cannot remember the last time I was asked on a date. I have always done the asking. When I was in High School, a girls Catholic school...insert fantasy here, we had to ask boys since they weren't around. We had to go and find them. Find them we did at the boys school. I prefered MBA, Montgomery Bell Academy, supposed inspiration for Dead Poets Society. Some prefered Father Ryan, but I found the persistant chewing tobacco and brass knuckles to be off putting. I fell in love with Ed Brown at MBA. I did a play with Ed at MBA, went to concerts with him and was even in a band with him. And I did ask him out, but as he put it, "My girlfriend wouldn't be too happy about that." Much later, years later, I finally caught him between girlfriends. I lived in Chicago at the time. I traveled down to visit him in Nashville and stayed in his beautiful turn of the century house. It was magical. I instigated everything on that trip, as I remember. What I didn't instigate was his complete denial that anything ever happened. Ah well.

I asked Russ out on our first date. I asked him out again. I asked him to move to a new town. I asked him to marry me. I always do the asking because I don't like to wait. And I have no shame.

And so I have been asked. I said yes. I think I like being asked.