The themes for this Date Night were; Room Service and Champagne, and Chocolat! I need to explain why we have a 2 for one deal. The main things that my husband and I are working on is his ability to set time aside, and my ability to speak up when I’m bothered by something. So, having said that, I was annoyed by having to ask constantly for his available nights and gave up. I punished myself in the process. So we went a few months without any Date Nights. I finally in my very passive agressive manner, 3 months later pointed the situation out to him. He realized that he was getting caught up in his work and needed to make time for us. He really needs to work on his telepathy skills…. So we sat down and he gave me a ton of dates for the summer. We are back on track and moving forward. OK, so this Date Night was wonderful. It was very relaxing and a nice get-away just as it was planned to be. I reserved a beautiful, 2 story loft suite with a private pool and started off the evening with a romantic candle lit dinner and a nice bottle of red wine in the suite. We went swimming, spent time in the private sauna and later shared various cheeses and champagne. After time in a gigantic bubble bath we had chocolate fondue with a variety of foods for dipping. We watched the movie Chocolat and fell asleep. This all sounds wonderful, relaxing and romantic except for the fact that I left the part out about our bodies being covered by bruises the next day… So, they have a sign up next to the pool that states, “Caution, steps are very slippery!” The sign should have said “Caution, Death is Probable!” After watching Ed almost kill himself while his feet were completely swept out underneath him and he came crashing down onto the steps, and the pole, and then plunging face first into the pool, you think I would have learned…. Well if you believe that, you don’t know me very well. I, knowing that I may not be the most graceful person on this planet proceeded very cautiously to the handrails and had a very firm grip and daintily, seductively, tried to make my way into the pool while keeping an air of romance about myself. Well, that was all before my feet flew out from underneath my body, my knees smacked me in the face, I wrapped myself violently around the pole and then plunged headfirst into the pool pretty much the same way Ed did. Romantic mood broken! You would think that we would have learned from this…. No Ed got out again at some point and entered the pool in a similar fashion as before. I was pretty terrified just to get out! I have bruises on my thigh, shoulder and arm that are the exact shape and dimension of the pole. Moral of the Story… Romance is a Violent Contact Sport!