Dates with The King are an adventure.
We went to Starbucks and to the Swap Meet to buy ridiculous sunglasses and hats. Why you ask? Oh, no reason.
We rented bikes and rode 15 miles along the boardwalk.During the ride I wore these sunglasses. (I didn't want you to see me without make-up but it can't be helped.) He wore these. You can imagine the reactions.
We stopped in Huntington Beach for a margarita. The sound of drums beaconed from the pier above. Wee, break dancers, my favorite! The dancers selected members from the audiance to participate in the grand finale. One pointed at me, walked up, hand outstretched. I feigned shyness, "Oh no, not ME. No, really, I couldn't. (blink blink) ". Then I began to walk to the makeshift stage. "Not YOU, he said. "HIM" and grabbed The King. Most people become shy when the center of attention. Not The King. Not even close.
They loved him. "Did your wife make you wear those shorts?" They asked.
"She told you they were nice? She lied. She didn't want other women to look at you." they jested.
The King went toe to toe with them until one said, "This guy wants his own show". Of course women love The King. The thing I REALLY like about him is that men love him too. (Hopefully not in THAT way.)
I spoke too soon.
Audiance participants bent over. A break dancer leapt over the lot.Break dancers are cute.
The King asked someone to take our picture. I love that he is unintimidated by anyone or anything.
For a couple of old farts that qualify for the Senior Citizen's discount, I think we're kinda cute. What would a normal person do after a long day?
Take a Merry-Go-Ride, of course. Duh.The view from the top.We went to dinner and back to my place to watch a movie. I was snoring on the couch within an hour.
No matter what you say, The King is O.K. by me.