Mystery Date

I won the first Fantasy Football game of the season!! Wahoo! My special drafting rubric worked! If you would like to know how I carefully craft my fantasy team, feel free to click HERE and read my very scientific method. Jeff and I made a friendly wager…no, not that kind of wager. I don’t do sexual wagers anymore; I never follow through with my end of the bargain. Oops. Anyways…the loser had to plan the ultimate date night for the winner. Winner, winner, chicken dinner!! Well, maybe not chicken dinner…its MY ultimate date, so it will include foreign food. Unless my chicken is simmered in curry, I am not interested.

The day before our mystery date, I post this to Facebook:

“Last week I beat Jeff in our Fantasy Football game. The loser has to plan an ultimate date night for the winner. I had to remind him that it was tomorrow...maybe I should keep my expectations low. #iwon #datenight #surprise”

His response:

“Oh come on. At least let me disappoint you before giving me crap.”

Yeah, he is totally right. We had gotten to the point where he just didn’t even bother to plan anything because no matter how hard he tried, his efforts would never match the ridiculous expectations in my head. No joke, he refused to plan anything. He said that he would disappoint me either way, so it was easier to never do anything at all. Holidays, anniversaries, birthdays, date nights…nada. The whole time I was so resentful that he never seemed to care enough to make these holidays special, when in reality, it was my own imagination and inability to be flexible that completely ruined the day. (Big thanks to my therapist and to my mom for confirmation that I have had this issue since birth)

We leave the house at 7pm and I drive. Just tell me where to turn, I am game for whatever! This time I mean it. I don’t want to plan and control and manipulate everything all the time. I want to be spontaneous and enjoy the ride. I want to be footloose and fancy free! I drive into a business park area and ask if he is planning on killing me and leaving my body in the field…I had no idea where we were going. Then, I see the illuminated sign: Pole Position.

Yes, Pole Position. Woah, I said I was all about branching out, but I don’t know about any activity that involves a pole. I once declined an invite to a friend’s bachelorette party because they were starting the night at a pole dancing class…no thank you, there isn’t enough liquor in the world.

Much to my surprise, it’s an adult go-kart course! I still have no idea why its called Pole Postion, but whatever, it sounds fun and I have a strange affinity for the smell of tires. Yes, I love the smell of tires, it must be the rubber off-gassing, its intoxicating. I digress. These go-karts go up to 45 MPH! That’s awesome and slightly scary, but the new me is totally excited. Jeff chose this place because he was forcing me out of my comfort zone. It was a place that I would have never suggested or even agreed to going to, let alone shell out the money for a couple of laps around a track. He has me pegged. Point for Jeff.

We sign some waivers, watch a short video, strap on a helmet and climb into the kart. Twelve laps around the track, mano a mano. He is first out of the gate and keeps a pretty good lead on me for the first couple laps, I find my groove near the middle and catch up…he spins out, I pass him and the race is over. Meagan WINS!! I know that he let me win, but he swears that it was a fair race. Apparently he just couldn’t catch up after the spin out. I don’t know…but in the spirit of honesty, I suppose that I believe him. Wahoo! *happy victory dance*

I get to pick where we have dinner. He has made a list of every conceivable cuisine: Thai, Mexican, Sushi, Italian…he has his bases covered. I chose some American bistro kind of place that neither of us has been (we have been wanting to make new memories together) but on the drive, we pass a new burger place. I U-turn at the light and suggest burgers, beer and the Rangers game. Wh-wha-what-what?? Yes, I suggested burgers and a baseball game. It’s like a whole new me. We have a couple frosty beers, a burger and are super lame and exhausted and head home early. I am ready to cuddle into bed, watch a movie and go to sleep. All in all, I would say it was a pretty fabulous mystery date, even if it didn't involve any Tikka Masala. He pulled me out of my comfort zone and we were both very happy with the outcome. WIN-WIN!

That went a hell of a lot better than that Mystery Date board game that my mom played growing up…and I bet my date was even more handsome. I lost last week’s Fantasy Football game, so the next Mystery Date is my responsibility…I hope he likes Indian food!! (P.S. He doesn't)

xoxo