All dressed up with someplace to go on June 17, 1998
Once Peter got the green light to take me out, he spent the next couple of days planning ways to make it special. He prearranged for a rose to be brought out to me at a local coffee shop. He gave me his diaries to read (my oh my how I blushed when I read those), took me to dinner at a family-run Italian restaurant, and ended the evening with a rousing game of Putt-Putt. It was a lovely evening, but it was totally awkward until we arrived at Putt-Putt and started acting like friends again. We laugh about how it was our first, last, and only "date". We're just not "dating" people. We were friends who liked to hang out and somehow we ended up finding each other and getting to pal around for the rest of our lives - life doesn't get much better than that in my book. At any rate, after cutting our Putt-Putt game short so we would be home before 10:00, we had achieved a level of "officialness" to our relationship in my dad's eyes.