My husband turned all mysterious and secretive last week. Normally this sort of behaviour piques my curiosity. I would hover around him like a mosquito and pepper him with questions. But this time I was busy trying to complete an overdue writing assignment so I let it go.
On Thursday, he announced to the kids that he was taking me out to dinner Saturday night. I looked up at him briefly then carried on typing.
‘I’ve made the reservations for 7 o’clock,’ he informed us. Turning to me he continued. ’We need to leave here at 6 sharp cause I don’t really know where it is.’ Now he had my full attention.
You see, it’s normally me who makes all the arrangements for a night out. Awesome Dude’s primary contribution to an evening out is transport and cash.
‘And what has brought all this on,’ I queried. ‘It’s our 20th wedding anniversary,’ he replied. ‘Nearly,’ I said. ‘It’s actually on Wednesday the 24th.’ ‘Yes, I know,’ he countered, ‘but it’s just easier if we go out on Saturday.’ I took exception to this and told him as much.
‘Our wedding day and all subsequent anniversaries are our special days,’ I lectured him. (Men love when you do that.) ‘They’re not like American presidents’ birthdays that can be swapped around to whatever day is suitable.’
Still I was touched that he organized a dinner all by himself (bless him). ‘So where are we going,’ I asked. ‘Not telling,’ he answered. ‘It’s a surprise.’ ‘But I need to know what to wear,’ I explained. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ he replied. ‘You always look nice no matter what.’ Honestly, men just don’t have a clue.