So, our K alphabet date was coined “King for a Day”. Guess who got to play the role of king? That’s right: me, baby. We got to do whatever I wanted for our entire date and she just had to go along with it. Them’s the rules. This apparently means we didn’t take any pictures, which becomes important later. But, I guess that’s just how I roll.
I’ve been struggling with how to write this one up. It was big and important and quaint and cheesy all rolled into a beautiful ball, but seeing as how Heather has already written up the ‘K’ date, I need to just put aside whatever grandiose plan I was hatching and wander my way through this. Aimlessly, some might say I have a habit of doing.
Heather and I are having so much fun with our alphabet dating project that we may seem to repeat ourselves with repetition. However, you may keep your trust in us. Alas, we are not repeating ourselves; we are merely using the same city backdrop for numerous alphabet dates. It’s different. Believe me.
Heather and I continue on with our entirely awesome alphabet dating project. We might be starting to get good at it. This particular alphabet date story is brought to you by the letter H.
Moving things right along, our elaborate scheme to repeatedly fall in love all over again progresses to plans “F” and “G”. Yes, “The Alphabet Dating Project” appears to be in full swing now. You are invited only as an afterthought.
It’s no secret that the past few years have been rather rough on Heather and me. Relationships are difficult. Marriages are more so. Lack of time for each other lead to a severe strain in the bond between us. We needed to do something to make time for ourselves and our marriage.
Our answer was to make the time we needed, doing our best to shun everything else during the time we’re together. So we planned “Alphabet Dating”.