Giddy Date Night

I just adore my wife! And we’re going out on a date tonight!

She and I are going on a date tonight, and I’m just giddy! We’ve been married almost 3 ½ years, but I’m still giddy about going on a date with her. I feel just like I felt in high school when we would go out—nervously excited about being with her. I can’t wait! My breathing is a little faster, my heart rate is a little livelier. There’s a noticeable spring in my step. I dig her so much!

I don’t believe I’ve felt this way with anyone else. In my memory, there was a resignation about being with somebody else. Kinda like, “Well, let’s see, I’ve done all my laundry and I’m not really ready to go to bed yet, I finished the last level on Metal Gear Solid, and I don’t feel like getting drunk yet, so I guess I’ll give you a call and see what you’re doing and maybe we’ll hang, as long as being with you sounds more interesting than being alone and watching Glengarry Glenn Ross again… which is quite a good movie.”

My wife is far better than Glengarry Glenn Ross… which is quite a good movie. Much, much better!
She’s better than the original 1977 release of Star Wars.
She’s better than Rise of the Planet of the Apes.
She’s better than doing sketch comedy, improvising, writing a new show, and shooting a movie that I wrote, followed by editing that movie and showing it in a theatre filled with people who are completely entertained… combined!
She’s better than inspirational quotes from Gandhi, like “Be the change you want to see.”
She’s better than American citizens finding their voices of discontent and protest and marching against corrupt businesses and unethical political practices in their struggle to be treated as equals even in the face of those who aren’t aware they’re not being treated as equals yet and mock or don’t-support their actions as they persevere through even more hardships to stand for what they believe in. She’s better than all that!
She’s better than Rocky!
She’s better than Bridesmaids, The Daily Show, Dr. Demento, Hot Rod, I Love You, Man, Balls of Fury, and the Eddie Izzard special Dress to Kill… combined!
She’s better than if Michelle Pfeiffer, Sandra Bullock, Emma Stone, Paula Poundstone, Ellen Degeneres, Sarah Vowell, Janeane Garofalo, Marie Curie, Ororo Munroe (aka “Storm” from the X-Men) during her white-Mohawk phase, and that chick from Blade Trinity all got together and had a kid. She’s better than all of them AND their attempt-at-perfection baby!
She’s better than donuts!
She’s better than our window unit air conditioner!
She’s better than a three-day weekend!
She’s better than my iPod, my computer, and our PlayStation 3 combined!
And I get to go out with her tonight!

…I hope she lets me kiss her later…