I had an old-fashioned date last nite. After work, Mr. W took me to a sushi restaurant near my house, we had dinner, briefly separated as I went to drop some stuff off at the post office and he went to get gas, and met up again at my house for a romantic comedy DVD movie (“27 Dresses” — had its funny moments, cute story, nothing earth-shattering). At one point I left for a restroom break and coming back downstairs I overheard Mr. W talking to someone. Turned out he was sprawled out on the floor having an affectionate conversation with Dodo while my little black and white cow flopped back and forth happily at Mr. W’s rubbing and scratching. The movie ended around 9:30pm, at which time Mr. W gave me a hug and a kiss goodnight and went home.

The going home part sucked a little bit.

I think I realized last nite that I’m finally ready to be married now.