How did this happen? How can I be here at D’el Arte wearing a suit and tie with my beautiful wife? The day hadn’t been planned to end with a date night. Then it all dawned on me. I’d been set up. Duped, so to say, into this unlikely event, a date night. Her plan was so clever and deceptive as to escape detection until the last card had been played.
Oh, my wife is clever. When exactly did the deception begin? Was it the party which lasted until 3am the night before? Was it at the invitation to the wedding three weeks ago? How far back could it possibly go. When was this seed planted in my wife’s brain to have a date night with me all dressed up and formal?
So many twists and turns-she played her cards well, I never suspected while sitting in the pews next to my wife that when she leaned forward with a pained expression on her face that the evening would end at D’el Arte. Nor when her condition appeared to worsen and I decided to go get the car to take her to the doctor’s office, nor when I returned to find her lying on the cold hard stone floor of the church could I have ever imagined we would be enjoying a quiet evening together sharing entrees and desserts. Nor could I have conceived after having multiple people help calling the ambulance, which never came, or the friends who called my in-laws to come take care of the kids, that we would be eating a wonderful pizza by the end of the evening. No, none of these things would have prepared me for the relief I would feel after waiting 4 hours in the emergency room that her pains were probably only intercostal muscle pains and the test for something more serious were all negative.
Honestly dear, next time you want to go out for a date night just ask me. I’ll say yes.
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