We have conversations after the date, of course. Lots of them. There’s already another date planned but we fill up every spare moment until then with emails, IMs, phone calls. He sends so many texts that I’m thinking maybe I should have picked the unlimited text plan.
He’s making all kinds of future plans for us. He asks if I want to go on a trip to Mexico, and I say sure, I was in Cozumel once and I’ve always wanted to go back there.
He sends me links to Cabo, where he wants to go on vacation. I don’t really want to go to Cabo, but heck, if he’s buying, I might go. Certainly it’s not in my budget this year.
He’s got a pile of Groupons for things like a class on how to take a wine bottle, squish it, and turn it into a cheese board. And another one for an introductory canning class. There’s a beermaking class too but I don’t really like beer so we decide to skip that. One day, Groupon offers a deal on a local trampoline place. He buys it for us to take our kids to.
We’ve got a lot of plans.