Never mind whether or not I should've been watching a PG-13 flick before I gave up my blankie. I think I turned out ok.
In the opening sequence Elizabeth Shue gets ready for her big date. Nylons, cocktail dress, fancy earrings, cheesy music and all. I watched it. Over... and over... and over... and over.
The stage was now set for what constituted a romantic date in the little mind of Amy Guckeen.
As my relationships have gone, the closest I got to an Adventures in Babysitting-esque date was nine months after my high school boyfriend broke up with me, at prom.
As one would imagine with an ex-boyfriend, it was unromantic. And awkward.
Note to all high schoolers: unless you're really super good friends, do not go to prom with an ex. It is a bad idea.
Saturday night was the first ever anniversary Seth and I had spent in the same zip code, much less the same state. Eight months is a relationship milestone I'd typically celebrate with a peck on the lips and a "Happy anniversary," but considering we were in the same city at the same time, it seemed like reason enough to celebrate.
Half the time in my relationship with Seth I find myself pinching my inner elbow to make sure I'm not caught up in some coma-long dream, one I'll eventually wake up from to discover that I'm still where I was 8 months and 4 days ago-- single and alone (but still happy...just not as happy as I am now). A professional trashy romance novel reader and chick flick fan, our relationship at times is stuff you find on paper or on the big screen, not in real life. But there we were, Saturday night, table for two, wine glasses raised, all smiles over the candlelight.
I finally got my Elizabeth Shue moment. Thank goodness my boyfriend didn't ditch me at the front door.
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