Bossy will just get straight to the point today, where today equals sister mercy it’s nighttime back home, but here in California Bossy has finally stopped driving long enough to post something — and who liked Bossy better when she was writing on East Coast time? Bossy put your hand down.
The above photo represents Dateland Arizona, an exit off Interstate 8, which is lucky because Bossy has become quite the Interstate 8 expert. The stretch of Interstate 8 between Phoenix and San Diego is very:
And sometimes it’s:
Or:
Also:
But Interstate 8 doesn’t strike Bossy as a date destination. Of course what does Bossy know? Bossy and (Harrison) Ford’s idea of romance is cavorting with the other cars delayed along the highway for forty-five minutes while emergency road crews tend to falling rocks:
And Bossy and (Harrison) Ford do other romantic things too, like their daily breakfast picnics!
Bossy and Mr. Ford also enjoy passing through the occasional border patrol checkpoints:
Bossy can sum up her romantic encounters with (Harrison) Ford in this way: He goes out of his way to make Bossy comfortable.
Which is what todays Ten-Word Tuesday is all about. In exactly ten words, can you describe what you would do on your ideal date?
And be sure to check back later today, or tomorrow Eastern time, or yesterday Pacific time, to read the best date ideas on the web.
Some mexican food for dinner, a good movie and popcorn!
Hey, posting on California times gives those of us in California the opportunity to be the first comment. I’ve always wanted to be one of those dorks that says “My comment is first!!”
::laughing:: I do the same thing in the store.. make extra sure people see what’s happenin with my purse :)))))
My last date was November 1981. I forget what happens!
Medjool dates, a source for potassium and sugar cravings police.
(Bossy, I have done that drive soooo many times, being a Calizonan who first lived in Sedona for a really long time and now lives in Los Angeles and I am here to tell you, that is the most boring drive on the planet earth. Also, it looks like you’re down in Palm Springs somewhere and you can definitely get yourself a date milkshake down there.)
I’m blowing off the assignment to say that it is very strange to be commenting on a Bossy post just after receiving a Bossy email saying she will be out your house shortly. Yay!
1962 complete stop I-8, two cars drag race we win!
This actually happened on my 2nd date with my now hubby.
My ideal date involves just me with no time constraints.
Good fun with a really great kiss at the end!
Perfect date = booze, sex, cigarettes, booze, sex, cigarettes.
[I miss my youth.]
Suck face till there is no face left to suck!
picnic, wine, sunny weather, airplanes landing… oooh … and making out.
Sad. Missed date with YOU in Scottsdale. Was outta town!
And we rarely leave town, So I am still bummed!
Just realized: marriage = longest date ever where farting is allowed.
I’d smuggle Mexicans from Arizona into California.
Silence on the beach, a cold beer, all by myself.
I really like holding hands as much as possible.
No date, time alone. Doing whatever I want! That’s perfect….
Stacey Ball and I have the same ideal date.
That AZ to San Diego drive does, indeed, suck.
Have Bossy’s (No) Book Tour stop in the Twin Cities
Four kids under 8 = No Date! Miss me time.
Hot Bath, glass of wine, let’s get in the sack!
Bluebonnet trail with hubs and dogs, oh wait, that’s today!
a well-rested day, plenty of time to get ready, angelic kids handed over to the babysitter, nice clothes that fit me, good wine, good food, no rush home etc etc.
Reality; throw frazzled kids at babysitter, good dress doesn’t zip, work keeps ringing about some other bull***, husband is ready in two seconds, we can’t decide where we’re going……aaaaarrrrggghhhh
A movie with popcorn and lots of extra fake butter.
Visit great used bookstore, then coffee and talk for HOURS.
–>My man and I eating, drinking and walking the beach.
My ideal date isn’t suitable for a family-friendly blog.
A car trip would be involved. No agenda. Music, laughing.
I would gather with Bossy and others Tonight in California
Best date: With my wife, doing anything (well, almost) get home early. (yes, we are getting old)
The drive from LA to Vegas is much more boring. Though Bossy will probably never find out (yes, still grumbling about the No Book Tour staying in California)
Nice weather, wine, great nosh, great conversation. Maybe some music.
Anything involving my boyfriend and kissing until lips are numb!
Eat, sleep, have hot monkey sex with husband, more sleep.
Drove new-to-us 1948 panel-truck: San-Diego – Houston. Got dates in Dateland!
[that was a pretty fun 30-hour date, actually!]
Ideal date involves lots of wine with sweetheart/husband, no hangover.
Patio, Bacardi, Cribbage, Boyfriend, Kissing, then RAWR
Sunny deck, burgers, beer, neighbors NOT under construction yet AGAIN!
George Clooney! Oh, I’m sorry. It’s WHAT I would do.
Ideal Date—-watch the ball game and let her get the food!!!!
Three young hot men vying for my attention. I KNOW.
Twisted Susan has it right – Me time. New shoes too!
Married perfect date = dancing, drinking, dress up and no kids
Fancy dress, fabulous shoes, and no kids or dogs allowed!
wine for me; cigar for him; kids are with grandma
Day loose in NYC, sublime dinner, gazillion thread count sheets…
Drinks, dinner, drinks, dessert, hotel sex, sleeeeeeep late, brunch.