Musings

It was around 7:30 pm. Darren and I were both home after each attending different sessions of 24 hr fitness. We were both tired, sweaty and hungry. I was already rousing up some pasta with a ground turkey meat sauce, and Darren busted out the pre-packaged salmon, ready for the Foreman grill. We shared a packaged caesar salad. I had wine and he had milk. As the soundtrack to 'A Charlie Brown Christmas' played in the background, we reviewed our day, upcoming events, and weekend plans. It was a great dinner. After finishing all I could possibly stuff into myself, I commented to Darren, "You know, it's only 8:15. And I don't really have anything to do. I went to the gym. Work is done and dinner is made. I feel I should have something to do."
He replied, "You know what this means it means we should start dating... [5 second pause as I awkwardly glance at him finishing his food and reviewing the previous sentence in his mind]. Girls that is. We should start dating girls."
Oh, the city bachelor life.