A Fifth

Today MK and I are celebrating our 5th anniversary. And they said it wouldn't last. I despise 'they' and their nay saying tendencies.
Anyway, five years ago today, on a day much like this (cold, overcast, dreary early spring) we had our first date. It was at the Log Cabin restaurant. We sat near the bison head. I ordered a grilled chicken salad and she had some sort of sandwich wrap. She had a diet coke and I drank a Yuengling. She was all dressed up and I had on one of my kid's pullovers and I hadn't combed my hair.

Afterward I took her to the Appalachian Rock Shop. She bought her nieces and nephews some geodes and I bought some fossilized shark teeth.
Then we parted and I thought, man, this was the most boring date ever. I'd been so nervous before hand that I'd vomited, and then I remained so nervous that I did a poor job of upholding my end of the stilted conversation. Later I discovered that she'd been really nervous too. We'd gone from exciting, vibrant women, more interesting than string theory on crack, to the realm of the undatable, even or especially with each other. It was sad. Pathetic even.
Fortunately the second date went MUCH better, since we'd both given up on ourselves, if not each other. By the third date I was flashing her 'the twins' and on the fourth date we had sexy times.
It seems so stupid now that we were both so nervous on that first date, but I think that we both knew that we were somehow stumbling into our futures and freaked out.
Happy fifth, MK! Later we can toast the years ahead :)