October 17, 2010

To Swing Or Not to Swing

Today, I've been married for 12 years. We've been together for 16 years. After being together for that long, sometimes you just want to try something new, to reintroduce some excitement back into the relationship.

Last night, we had dinner at a nice restaurant where I ate filet and sipped a lovely glass of wine while Mr. BBM talked to me and watched the Phillies game when I wasn't looking. (I was looking.) Today, we thought we would have a relaxing family day and it ended up that we had five kid girls in the house, including our own two for much of the day. I spent time grading an endless stack of papers while cursing myself for not playing Greg Jennings in my fantasy league. Mr. BBM spent much of the day following my orders for how to cook the wings and potato skins that made up our oh-so-healthy dinner.

It was after dinner that Mr. BBM suggested something a little different. He suggested we swing.

At first I was shocked. I mean, "What responsible adult does this kind of stuff? Especially after dinner!" What was he thinking?

And then I thought that I should just go with it and give it a try.

I have to admit that it was pretty fabulous (and I am about a thousand times better at it than Mr. BBM, clearly). . . but it can also make you feel a little nauseated. I think this is just about as adventurous as I'm willing to go.