I am a firm believer of keeping the romance alive in a relationship, so after my boyfriend and I started to fall into the university rut, sleep, eat, school, I skillfully implanted the thought of going out for dinner one night in his head.
“Get up you are taking me out for dinner.”
I truly have a way with people.
So that night, we got dressed in our finest of clothes, getting more bubbly with excitement with each passing minute, until we were finally dressed and ready to walk in the nice cool night to enjoy dinner at a fancy restaurant, but as we started to leave the apartment we hit our first obstacle.
“It’s raining…” My boyfriend remarked, failing to see the torrential downpour that laid before us.
Nevertheless, we did not let this deter us and we zipped up our jackets and headed out into the “drizzle” for a much colder than expected walk to the restaurant.
Finally, we came upon the institution and upon shaking out our jackets and wet hair we were greeted by a waitress who kindly hit us with our second obstacle.
“May I please see your IDs?”
We were then promptly forced to leave after not being old enough to enjoy dinner at their fine establishment, even if alcohol was not planned on being consumed. So there we were, standing by the side of the road as the sky continued to pelt us with canonball sized raindrops. We were all dressed up and about to face the walk back when suddenly a light in the distance caught our eyes. It was our salvation, and we both smiled at each other before asking,
“Tims?”
So sitting in our soaked dress clothes and sharing a box of Timbits we had our romantic date at a Tim Hortons down the street and now we continue to return there from time to time and share in the enjoyment of life’s comedic hassles.