This will be the 20th romantic March 13th I've spent with my husband.
He reminded me of this last week.
Him: Hey, it's our dating anniversary!
Me: It wasn't technically a date. More like a hook-up.
Him: Twenty years does not a hook-up make.
It was a beautiful spring day, the woman who wanted to date my husband was conveniently out of town, we borrowed his mom's Miata, and I bought new sunglasses. I also took off work. Leaving the office, my co-workers said, "You're going on a date." No, no I said. Not a date, just hanging out with my friend. We drove around, had dinner, saw a movie ("Enemies, a Love Story"), drank some wine. My cat (yes, Wissy...even then) overturned a bowl of fruit on my dining room table at my turn-of-the-century apartment.
Twenty-four hours later we were a couple.