How sweet that you remember. I don’t remember our first date, but I do remember the day he proposed, only because we married nine months later to the day.
I remember the last time WunderWife and I had our “first” date. August 22, 1992. 4 weeks before I left for college.
See she dumped me two other times. Once in 8th grade…I know…does not count and once the summer before my senior year in high school.
I had to grow up a bit.
That is pretty cool Bingley. Pretty cool.
(Yeah, sh*tloads of warm fuzzies from the major dad household. For the record, I am petite and quiet spoken ~ veritable wall flower ~ and the Marine Major is a big fat exaggerator.)
(Oh, you are, like, soooo in trouble.)
How sweet that you remember. I don’t remember our first date, but I do remember the day he proposed, only because we married nine months later to the day.
“Sap alert”
You had to hit her with a sap to get her to date you? Jeez…
You’re such a wuss for remembering that.
I know, I know, but I remember every detail.
I’m a sap.
Naw, man. It’s cool. I wish I could remember yesterday.
I remember the last time WunderWife and I had our “first” date. August 22, 1992. 4 weeks before I left for college.
See she dumped me two other times. Once in 8th grade…I know…does not count and once the summer before my senior year in high school.
I had to grow up a bit.
That is pretty cool Bingley. Pretty cool.
Actually, I was going to be a smart ass and ask:
I had my first date with my bride.
Damn, does your wife know? I bet she will be pissed…
Actually, the question should be “well, when did you hahve your first fig with her, then?”
Well, I’m a sap too, so… awwwwwwww.
I wish I could have warned her…
I don’t remember the first date with THS but I do remember the day I asked my partner “Who is that loud-mouthed blonde?”.
To be completely honest, I remember the first date with my wife also. But I’d be hard pressed to tell you the date … the month … hardly the year.
I can describe every detail.
It’s seared, seared in my memory, I tell you.
(Yeah, sh*tloads of warm fuzzies from the major dad household. For the record, I am petite and quiet spoken ~ veritable wall flower ~ and the Marine Major is a big fat exaggerator.)
(Oh, you are, like, soooo in trouble.)
Hey, Major Dad, how them ‘nads feeling?
Bing, back me up. And anyone that believes that “quiet spoken” crap from THS I have some property I’d like to discuss with you…
(Keep diggin’, big guy…)
No, no, no….dig UP stupid….
🙂
(Oh, go fry some eggs, Kraut…{8^P)
Oh, so Mr “Bing-don’t-know-shit-from-Shineola-about-music” now comes beggin’ for some help, does he?
Don’t forget you’re the ‘pencil neck’, too.
(Just trying to help, dear.)