Sweet and Simple
by Tammy Schubert
After several posts about bad dates, I promised to tell you about a good experience. This story is about a man named Tim, whose mamma raised him to be a true southern gentleman.
Around ten o’clock on a Saturday morning, I climbed over a pile of clothes designated for charity to get the phone. “Hello.”
“Hey, how’s my girl?” The warmth in Tim’s voice was like the sweet kiss of fresh lemonade on a hot summer’s day.
My heart fluttered. “This is a nice surprise. I thought you were out of town.”
“My trip was canceled, so I wanted to see if you’d spend the day with me.”
Readers, it was one of those moments when excitement was crushed by the amount work around me that couldn’t be put off one more weekend. There was no way I could go out and play. Once I explained what I was doing and said it would take me several hours to finish, Tim didn’t miss a beat. He immediately informed me that he would be happy to give me the time I needed to finish and get cleaned up. I needed to relax later. So, we were going on a picnic.
At first, I was a bit put off because I felt as if I was being ignored. Know what he said when I told him again what had to be done?
“I’m not standing in your way. My intent is to be there when you are finished, so I can take you out to relax. All you need to do is finish the job and be ready for me to pick you up around four this afternoon. I’m handling everything.”
“Really?” A man going out of his way to do something so sweet sounded awfully suspicious to me.
“Yes. Really,” he laughed. “You are going to relax later today because you are always working too hard. So be ready at four. Jeans and sneakers are appropriate.”
True to his word, Tim showed up with a wonderful picnic basket full of goodies. Fried chicken, potato salad, fruit, along with chocolate and Diet Coke. Not only that, he brought me the most beautiful bouquet of wildflowers. Sigh. It was the sweetest thing.
We were the only people in the small park, which seemed to make the afternoon that much more perfect. Until we realized why nobody was there. Tim and I gave it our best effort, but the bees eventually won. The car became our picnic area.
Being chased by those angry pests though gave us lots of laughs because of how ridiculous we looked trying to carve out a little bee-free space for ourselves. Since this was only our third or fourth date, we were still acting a bit too formal with each other. Who would have guessed that bees are great ice breakers?
Readers, while I’m writing this, I can’t help but feel I’m boring you to tears. There was no drama or suspense in this story. There were no life-altering moments. This little adventure was all about a man treating his lady like a princess. Perhaps one of the best takeaways from this post is the fact a man does not have to spend a fortune to impress a woman.
Please share one of your own great date stories with us today.