You guys are such a great couple!

We went on our dinner cruise the other night. All in all, we had a
great time. The setup is kind of like a cruise in the sense that they
sit you with another couple at your table. So we walk into the dining
room and see that about half of the tables already had a couple seated
there. To my surprise, most of the couples were sitting across from
eachother. Maybe it's just me, but if you knew you were about to have
dinner with two complete strangers, wouldn't you want to sit next to
your spouse and not random guy #2? Because of course the guy of the
second couple would sit next to the guy of the first couple, right? By
the way, all if this ran through my head in the 4 seconds that it took
for them to seat us at our table. So we were the first couple at our
table and we of course sit next to eachother. I run a quick scan
around the room and realize that we may be the only couple on board
that doesn't remember where they were when J.R. got shot. I was
nervous about who we'd get paired up with at first, but now I was
resigned to the fact that I'd be stuck listening to some guy named
Larry go on and on about his IBS. So I was more than pleased when a
30something year old guy with a shaved head walked up with his petite
fake-breasted companion. So we immediately started making jokes about
the baldness, and how did the cruise people know we were bald by our
credit card numbers, and other icebreakers. Then the guy says,'Where's
the bar?' and there was much rejoicing. So we start getting to know
eachother; he's a chiropractor, she's an occupational therapist (so
she says. There were holes in her story, but anyway) We were having a
good time, but Rach could immediately tell that the guy wasn't really
too serious about the girl. We confirmed this later when we found out
they had been dating for 7 months, and he had never met her two kids
from her previous marriage. The point of the story is that they kept
going on and on and on about how great of a couple we were. And how we
HAD to get together again. And how much fun they were having. We were
having fun too, but we always have fun. We don't need another couple.
If we did hang out with them again, Rach may need to wear an oven
mitt. The girl was bit of an unnecessary high-fiver. Which is
ridiculous in itself, but when you throw in the ridiculous words she'd
say during the high five, it was unbearable unintentional comedy.

'You're a cancer? Holla!' (high five)

'You've got kids? Fo-Sho!' (high five)

'You're 29? Boo-yah!' (high five)

I kid you not. All night. But to sum up our date; we laughed, we ate,
we enjoyed eachother's company, and we had fun. Just like we always do
when we're by ourselves. And in the process, we were told by random
strangers how awesome we are. Like we didn't already know that. I mean
Come On!