Date Night with... Me

Saturday night and I had a ticket to The Book of Mormon. One ticket. All for me. I couldn't wait.

For the first time ever I called a babysitter to come and spend the evening with my girl so I could go on a date... with myself.

I had been wanting to see this show since it opened in New York so when the opportunity to purchase a single ticket came up—I snatched it.

To be honest, I was looking forward to spending the evening with myself all week. A night out on the town. Just me and me. Saturday came and I was excited. I showered, did my hair, make-up and wore an outfit that I knew my date liked.

Getting ready for a date with yourself is so much easier than getting ready for someone else. You don't care if you're bloated, having a bad hair day, or in the mood to only eat dessert for dinner—it's all good!

There's a difference in spending time alone and taking yourself out on the town alone. Spending time alone can be nice but going out alone to a nice dinner or movie or, in my case, the theatre can be down right thrilling.

I always learn so much about myself. For example, I learned that I like to sit in silence. A lot. I learned that people-watching is my number one favorite hobby. I learned that I like reading the playbill front to back while eating my hot tamales. I learned that the two couples sitting in front of me were swingers.

Yep, I learn a lot.

Not having to make conversation. Not having to see if the person with you is enjoying themselves. Not having to do anything other than put your glasses on and take in that precious, fleeting moment when the lights dim and the orchestra hits that first note. That is beautiful.

The show began and I was lost. Lost in my own little date. Me and the players on stage. I laughed loud, clapped hard, and stood on my feet at the curtain call trying to give as much as humanly possibly back to those actors who had just given me so much joy.

It was a beautiful date. Full moon out. Hollywood Boulevard fully alive. I strolled to my car taking in every last moment I could before driving home, relieving my babysitter and carrying my sound asleep girl up to bed.

I think next month I'll take myself on another date. Maybe to a concert or fancy dinner or a drive up the coast to a place I've never been.

Me dating me... If I play my cards right I think this just might be the start of a very meaningful relationship.