So I’ve been noticing that a lot of other married couples double date. They find other married couples with similar interests and they go somewhere fun together. They all get together and play cards, eat chips and dip, and watch Redbox. The guys tell racous jokes in the living room, boob tube blaring in the background, while the ladies camp out in the kitchen dishing the dirt, and spilling the beans about the things men just don’t understand.
Honestly, that sounds fine. Good even. But it’s just not me. And it’s not my husband either. We do not double date. I mean, I guess we could if given the right opportunity, but it’s just not an activity we seek out.
Despite my cunning wit and the fact that I’m a knowledgable conversationalist (pat myself on the back, thank you very much), it turns out that I’m a bit of an introvert. I hate loud noises, crowds, or any kind of obligation where I’m expected to be a productive addition to a group setting. It’s not that I hate people; I just like less people better. I like my people best (grits teeth).
I enjoy being around someone I can be myself with, and while I know there’s people out there like that, I also know that I already live with one. And he’s pretty swell. So typically I’m quite content to stay holed up with my honey.
My husband knows he can become engrossed in his super hero fighting game on his phone, and I won’t get offended. Likewise, if I pass gas (okay, yeah I fart) he doesn’t let it ruffle his feathers. Although he might ask, “who stepped on a duck?”
But even if by chance we did lasso a couple our age, with young children too, we probably still would want to cancel at the last minute. I’m sorry. The couch just feels so good, and when I’m enjoying what little time I get alone with my spouse, that’s how I want it. I want to be alone with him. That’s my sweet spot, and I figure why ruin a good thing.
I do have a best friend. It just turns out he’s also my spouse, and hanging solo with my bestie is how I roll. I never was very good at sharing.
My husband doesn’t go hang out with the guys, and while I wouldn’t mind it if that was something he needed to do, I’m honestly glad he doesn’t. I’m kinda like the jealous girlfriend type; not because I don’t trust him, but because I like spending time with him so much. Like seriously, when we’re apart I miss his face.
I don’t even go chill with the girls, and though he wouldn’t mind if I did, I’d like to think he might really, really miss my face too. I think we kinda got that peas and carrots thing going on.
We just don’t double date, and there’s nothing wrong if you do, but for our little group we’ll keep it a twosome. We’ve always been most fond of a duet.
Feel free, if you’re having a thing, to invite us along. We’d be delighted in fact. But if we call last minute and say a kid’s sick just understand a kid’s sick. Yeah, that’s it. A kid’s sick.