#Stiletto – Date-Night-In vs Date-Night-Boring
Julie: It’s no secret in the Stiletto world that I’ve always known my way around the first date. And the second date . . . and well, actually, that’s pretty much it, because my dating history has been a little, how should we say this . . .
Julie: I was going to say diverse. I had diverse dating habits. I was all about getting gussied up in my newest, cutest top, and putting on my highest, most impractical shoes . . .
Riley: Your skankiest bra and panties set.
Julie: No, that’s you.
Riley: Oh, that’s right . . .
Julie: Anyway, I used to be all about the night-out-on-the-town scene until I met—
Julie: Don’t say it in that exasperated voice! You’ve seen him, right? Especially when he’s wearing his glasses and ONLY his glasses . . .
Grace: *cough* get it together *cough*
Julie: Sighing. Fine, but if you girls would ever let me finish . . . Mitchell has brought me around to the appeal of a cozy night in.
Riley: (snicker) I bet he has.
Julie: . . . The start of Fall makes me crave nights curled up on the couch more than ever, and is there anything better than a cold, rainy night when you have nowhere to go?
Riley: Easy for you to say when you have Mr. Forbes in glasses-and-only-glasses to warm up your bed.
Grace: Shhhh. Our little Julie has come so far, let her have her moment.
Julie: All this being said, we do have a couple quick suggestions to keep date-night-in from becoming date-night-boring, don’t we girls?
Riley: We do. Mostly because you said you’d to the Starbucks run all week if we helped with your little group project here . . .
Julie: (glares) I’ll go first . . . First up, keep a list somewhere of food options. Recipes—
Grace: Take out menus . . .
Julie: . . . Or take out menus. But there’s nothing worse than being all cozy indoors and realizing there’s nothing in the house to eat. Get to know thy pizza guy. Or cook up a mean pot of chili, or . . .
Grace: Fancy cheese and crackers with a nice bottle of wine can make an awesome dinner . . .
Julie: Exactly. But figure it out before you curl up on the couch.
Riley: Ooh, I’ve got one . . . lingerie!
Grace: Because nobody saw that coming.
Riley: Seriously though, the nice thing about staying in is that you get to wear elastic waist pants, and that cozy sweatshirt instead of that corset top that digs into your muffin top . . .
Julie: When have YOU ever had a muffin top?
Riley: But just because you’re comfortable doesn’t mean you need to go, oh how should I say this . . . totally frumpy. By all means, wear his old college t-shirt that’s perfectly soft from all those washings, but why not surprise him with something pretty under the t-shirt?
Riley: We’re shocked. SHOCKED, I tell you!
Grace: . . . And since we had a quiet sort of relationship . . .
Julie: Boring. I think you mean boring.
Grace: (clearing throat) My point is, it’s possible to be comfortable without being slovenly. Those ancient sweat pants from fifteen years are okay once in awhile, but why not invest in some silky pajama pants? Or a soft cozy sweater that falls off your shoulder in just the right way? You don’t have to get all done up to stay in, but I always like to have at least one thing going on that makes me feel pretty, whether it be a glamorous set of PJs or even just a new lipstick color.
Julie: Perfume. I like to wear perfume.
Grace: That too.
Riley: Did I mention the lingerie? Because Victoria’s Secret has this new push-up bra out, and . . .
Julie: (interrupts) Thanks for your help, girls!
Now it’s up to the readers . . . So tell us ladies, how do you keep date-night-in from becoming date-night-boring?
(And just because I love you all, here’s an quick blurb of Julie’s first ever date-night-in from AFTER THE KISS):
“What kind of pizza did you get?” she asked, pulling a couple plates out of his cupboard.
“Some greasy meat special. Grab a couple wine glasses, would ya?”
She complied, her hand faltering slightly as she realized she knew exactly where to find them. She’d done it before, several times.
Another first. Knowing her way around a man’s kitchen.
Mitchell plucked the glasses from her hand as he pulled a bottle from his built-in wine rack. She grabbed the pizza box, plates and a roll of paper towels and followed him to the couch. They settled side by side, their arms companionably moving above and below each other’s as they got situated with pizza and wine.
Mitchell reached for the remote when they both had a full plate and glass, and Julie froze as the realization swept over her.
This was it.
This was movie night.
She waited for the wave of self-loathing and the depressing suspicion that her sexiest years were behind her.
Instead she felt…relaxed. Content. Happy.
“What are you so smiley about?” he asked, shooting her a glance as he navigated through his On Demand menu.
“Nothing,” she said, giving a smug little wiggle of giddiness. Just happy about you.