Today was date night and John was a really good sport. We had dinner at Gardner Village and he let me drag him through a couple shops. He told me that everything looked homemade, and I said that that was kind of the point. I liked the floral print chairs, he said they looked like something you'd find in your grandma's basement. I wasn't a big fan of the leather couch, but he said it looked like a giant La-Z-Boy . . . and apparently that's desirable? I guess we have different taste, but I love him anyway. Then to prove it, I decided that we should go to the driving range to make up for all the femininity earlier in the night.
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