My date was a very handsome young man - blond hair, steel blue eyes and was dressed to the nines. He looked very dapper in navy blue dress pants, a matching suit jacket and a bright pink dress shirt buttoned all the way up. This snazzy outfit was complemented by white tennis shoes.
He met me at the door and was a perfect gentleman. I might have been a little underdressed in comparison, but he didn’t seem to mind.
I didn’t open a single door for myself all day. Chivalry isn’t dead! He was a true Southern Gentleman.
We spent the day at the High Museum in Atlanta. If you’ve never been, it’s worth the trip. His preferences tended toward statues and paintings; mine towards antique furniture. It really didn’t matter, though. We took it ALL in – read all the plaques, discussed different pieces of art, their origins, the beauty…
There was one break where we hit the snack shop. I had a glass of wine, he had a soda and we both had a wonderful piece of cheesecake.
At the end of the day we were pretty tired, especially after getting lost several times. When you go to the High take bread crumbs, so you can leave a trail to find your way back.
That same handsome young man has asked me out on another date to the same place – when he gets his DD-214 (military discharge from active duty Marines). Thing 3 isn’t 6 anymore, so he refuses to wear a pink, button-down shirt. Purple and yellow aren’t out of the question though.
Not sure about the tennis shoes.
- Bess Tuggle
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