On Tuesday I was telling Aadil about a great Asian fusion restaurant I had stumbled upon that afternoon (So Yum in Hyde Park  325 5360). “Sounds great, let’s go there tomorrow, on a date”, he said. A Date! A Date! Ah, Date, the other ‘D’ word. (The other other ‘D’ word being Divorce, but more on that another time).
Because of baboon like cooking skills and long working days, we eat out alot. But there was something so sweet and romantic about Aadil calling it a date and paying like it was 1965 and dressing up that made it feel really special. I’m a late bloomer when it comes to being good at being in love. I always feared that once the first blushes were over, the relationship would turn to black and white and it would never quite be the same as those rainbow days of the beginning.
But somewhere between the two ‘D’s, I realised that you don’t have to mourn those early days. Even after months, heck years, of being together, blushing and dates needn’t end. They can even get better. There is a new kind of heart pound in knowing someone, really knowing. I realise that a fridge magnet could have taught me that, but understanding it for yourself, seeing that lesson in the person sitting across the table from you, mouth full of dim sum, smiling, is just ameezing.