But they were wrong, you see, because you DO still date when you're married... you double date. You go out as a couple, with another couple, and it's double the bad ice breakers, double the long, awkward pauses, double the brainless chit chat... and double the misery. The awkward silence is especially agonizing.
Or if it's not awkward silence, sometimes you just don't mesh well. For example, I like a night of drinking as much as the next guy, but if the couple you're drinking with is slamming them back like water and bordering on alcohol poisoning, well, that's not very fun either.
Lucky for us the alcohol poisoning shut down her liver and killed her, which spared us the hassle of having to come up with an excuse as to why we couldn't hang out with them next weekend. We're still trying to come up with a good excuse to ditch the funeral, though...
But enough about acute alcohol poisoning. Double dating is hard. Unlike single dating, double dating is even trickier because everybody has to like everybody for it to work. Frankly, it's awkward if the girls get along, but the guys don't. Or vice versa.
Double dating requires compromise and agreement, because you have two brains trying to agree on whether they like who they just went out with. But really, that's not unlike single dating, amirite?
Though in the case of single dating, that second brain doesn't seem to listen very well to the first brain...
At least double dating's easy with Brandon. It's never awkward. Well, almost never.
Any of you attached/married folk ever been on a terrible double date?
Cheers and stay classy, friends,
Music: Nigel & the Dropout
Beer: Breckenridge Agave Wheat