I must admit that I am a sucker for the “The Bachelor” on ABC. I have always thought of the show as a study in 21st Century dating and social order (which may not be a very good sign for the 21st century). And, as a closet romantic, I always root for a girl that I believe is “right” for the bachelor; hoping that true love will survive the chaos and drama of this tortuous show-it rarely does.
But recently (while planning dates for me and Kev) I have analyzed the “dates” that these couples are sent on. Here are a few for example; climbing a bridge, repelling off a 30 story building, jumping out of a helicopter into the ocean, zip lining through the rain forest, and flying over the Swiss Alps. Ok people, have any of you EVER had a date like those? I mean really? This “so-called” reality show is NOT reality (I know you all already knew that). And, to further complicate matters the thrilling, adrenaline producing events that the producers usually put these “daters” in are usually the BIGGEST FEAR for the girl involved-I always thought that was a coincidence. “Wow, Emily is deathly afraid of heights and the producers set up a date that had her climbing a bridge, what are the odds of that?” Well, actually I am sure it is all planned. Studies have shown that emotions felt during intense, adrenaline producing activities can cause people to “think” what they are experiencing is love or at least deep like. That is why we sit at home and wonder why all these girls have “fallen” for this average guy. They have experienced the highs of emotional responses while paired with the bachelor and have labeled that emotional high as “Love”. I know this is not a new concept, but it is certainly why most reality show couples don’t last. You can’t jump out of helicopters everyday!
What does this have to do with me and Kev dating? Well, I would have to say on the adrenaline producing scale our last date was a 1 out of 10. We really had a tough time coming up with a good “date”. We had a gift card to Solstice Kitchen so as a last resort that was going to be the date-not even a movie included. Vanderbilt happened to be playing its short-lived stint in the NCAA tournament so we decided to watch the game at home and then got to dinner. Vandy lost-no adrenaline there. By this time it was about 8:30. I was ready to put my stretchy pants on call it a night, but No, I had to “dress up” and go out to eat. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love to eat at nice restaurants and I always love Kev’s company, but really, 8:30 was just a little too late for this home-body. Can you just picture THIS date on the Bachelor? Boy, the viewers would be flocking to see daters going to eat at a restaurant.
Of course our time together was warm, familiar and fun. We laughed so much that night-I can’t even remember why, but it certainly was a special, intentional time for us to recharge and remember why we are together in the first place. Sure, we have had our hearts race, butterflies in our stomach and even the occasional adrenaline producing events (like bungee jumping in Destin, FL); but what makes for great relationships (not great T.V.) is finding love and passion in the everyday moments; watching a basketball game, cooking dinner, cleaning out the attic or sitting across the table from one another laughing.
Maybe next month we will repel off of the Capital Center Building….stay tuned.
Who sets a date for Tuesday night, Shrove Tuesday, when your church family gathers to eat pancakes and mounds of butter and ogle at the Mardi Gras Float that your children and their EYC peers and your husband has spent weeks building? Who schedules a date to miss that? On the Tuesday after the busiest weekend of the year? Apparently I do!
I called Fluer de Lys, our local French cooking school several weeks ago to make reservations for our second date. Chef Francoise was delighted to take our reservation, not for Tuesday, February 14, but the following week, Tuesday February 21. I grabbed up the two spots for a cooking class preparing Provencal Lobster. Most people who know me know that I am infatuated with Provence and all things French. Granted, I have never been to France but I love reading about the people, food and wine. I was so excited to learn French cooking from an actual French chef!
But, as the day drew closer and then arrived I was overwhelmed with work, track practice, play practice, laundry, grocery…we didn’t have bread for four days. On top of that Kev and I had a particularly stressful weekend with our oldest daughter. Decisions about her future and independence and growing up seemed to explode all over our weekend…the one preceding our “date.” Having her away at a residential high school compacts all the major life activities and decisions into short periods of time and we are often left with a general feeling of stress instead of enjoying the brief moments we have with her. Driving her back to school on Sunday left me empty and frustrated. This feeling pervaded the following few days and by Tuesday night all I wanted to do was put on my stretchy pants and hunker down with a blanket and remote control. I didn’t care about French cooking. I didn’t feel like meeting 20 strangers who cared about French cooking. And, to be honest, I didn’t feel in the “date” mood. And I am pretty sure Kev was feeling the same way. (He texted me earlier that morning and said, “this day feels gross.”) Whoo-Hoo date night!
We were the second couple to arrive and I would have to say that the first few moments were a bit uncomfortable. Do we ask for wine? Were we supposed to bring our own wine? Can we eat the bread on the table, or is that for the meal? As others arrived they appeared to know exactly what to do, which made us feel more uncomfortable. As dates go this was a lot of work; but after meeting some very friendly veterans who gave us some pointers, I relaxed a bit and began to enjoy the newness of the experience. It was clear that the other participants were food and wine lovers like me and Kev. We were among culinary friends.
Francoise, that is really his name, mixed his cooking lesson with history and anecdotal information that added to my understanding of the dish. I pictured the restaurant where this recipe originated. As he passed around the spices used in the paste for the lobster, I breathed in each aroma and was swept away to a rustic, breezy hillside in the south of France. I was miles away from my grocery list!
I truly believe in “aromatherapy” and for me, cooking spices are the best. I cannot describe how coriander, rosemary, lemon grass and sage combine to elevate simple sustenance to an almost (dare I say) religious experience. Truly, only our God can create smells and tastes like that – no artificial flavoring here!
So….”What was I thinking?” In the end, this date was “just what the doctor ordered,” pulling both of us out of our funk while energizing our creative and culinary juices. My advice to other tired couples trying to date is this: don’t succumb to the temptation to take the easy way out. Do the Date! It would have been easy to say “the timing isn’t right for this date”, or “we have too much going on,” but we committed to it and followed through.
Pre-paying for the class didn’t hurt either.