It’s that time, couples are getting divorced– and believe me, more on that lately. With divorce comes life back in the single lane. Remember those days– blind date after blind date. I swear I should have just recorded my standard answers and hit play on the tape recorder as I sat down to each date. And then all of a sudden, you would miraculously find yourself on a date with a person you were actually attracted to. I can vividly recall sitting at Chaya Brasserie on several dates ordering a cocktail and realizing that I actually felt chemistry. That potential connection would dictate what I would order for dinner that night. If I had good banter with the guy and found myself staring at his lips, I would order a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and a piece of steamed fish of which I would only eat half. Why? because I wanted my stomach to be flat in case we went home and fooled around. But how about those dates when you knew within the first eight seconds that this date was a one time shot only. I would order my wine, an appetizer, a steak, and a dessert. The only reason why I did not stuff myself to oblivion was because I needed to be able to leap out of the car before that awkward kiss moment and before the car even came to a complete halt. I clearly found the perfect match in my husband as I recently heard him tell a story of a blind date that he had been on where he made the decision for the girl. When the waitress came to the table to take the orders, my husband rudely interrupted his date as she was ordering her appetizer and said main course only. Ouch!!!
