The Man is a creature of routine. Before The Boy and I came around, it was even to the point that he ate certain meals on certain nights of the week. I think he misses this a little bit, but we’re both good for each other, pulling each other out of our comfort zones, just a bit.
The Man also has lots and lots of friends and acquaintances, and some of that comes from staying in the town in which you grew up. But even more of it has to do with the fact that he’s an affable guy who has owned a business or two, and people just like him. But he has few close friends, which is more like me. I’ve always been able to count them on less than one hand, and he is much the same.
Tonight, we are heading over to a friend’s house (his, of course) for dinner, and I’m excited. People! Real people! And I get to hang out with them and have intelligent adult conversation! And crab cakes! I know these friends of his, and I like them – they are good people. And so we are doing this thing that I’m sure lots of other people do lots of. We just don’t. Or should I say, haven’t?
We went out a couple of times with PITA and her hubby when The Man was in town and I still lived up north, and we had fun. But it was difficult to schedule, with PITA’s hubby being a chef (working nights and weekends), and The Man only visiting every 12 weeks or so.
So this is new, this having dinner with friends thing. And I’m very much looking forward to it. 🙂