I feel like I just learned how to ride a bike. Or maybe I’ve potty trained myself? Whatever, I’m completely excited because Kyle and I just went on our first double date and it was as awesome as I thought it would be.
There’s a reason he was called “The Workaholic” in this space for nearly two years. He’s been a workaholic since we met, never satisfied unless he was the first person to arrive at work and the last to leave. Nobody does it like Kyle! That workaholicism – shut up, autocorrect, that’s totally a word – is what got him where he is. Not many 26 year olds are the GM of a 4-star hotel restaurant. So while I do appreciate his hard work, it has seriously cramped my social style. I’ve always wanted to have friends that we could hang out with together and do things with together. Unfortunately, that hasn’t been reality.
And now, because of this enormously fast, whirlwind move of ours, Kyle is not only happy with our location, happy with his job, and happy with the people he works with, he is also totally down with making friends and going on double dates. After five years of marriage, we finally went on a double date.
And instead of whining about it when we got in the car, and without my prodding, he said,
“They’re great. That was so much fun.”