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The Dates



15215_630777316936949_1453355116_nIt’s been a long time since my husband asked me out on a date. Sure we go out every now and then. After work, he’d sometimes call or text me to ask if, what or where I want to eat; he’d pick me up from the house or we’d meet some place. On Sunday, we usually go out for lunch or dinner, or order pizza and chicken for take-out while we watch scary movies on our computer. When we want to chill out, we go to our favorite bar and have some cocktails.

We often go out, but “going out” has become so common that we don’t really call them dates. Of course, we still enjoy each other’s company, and when we are together, we are the same “sweet” couple that we were before we tied the knot (except when I complain about how pricey the cocktail is or how terrible the pasta tastes, and hubby takes it as a form of nagging… but, well, these are completely different stories, which RARELY happen now, so forget that I mentioned them).


couplewcherryb001This morning, while he was getting ready for work and I was fixing him coffee, he asked me if I can wake up early on Sunday. We always wake up late on the weekend, so I figured he has a plan to go somewhere this Sunday.

“Can you wake up at 8?”

“If I have to. Why?”

“We are going somewhere.”

“Where are we going?”

“On a date.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

Yes… but you have to wake up early.”

“I will, I will.” I was beaming and clapping with glee and excitement, not merely because my husband told me that we are going somewhere on Sunday, but mostly because he called it a date.


What’s so exciting about a date, you may ask?

6120_101222433225776_92967_nBack when we were boyfriend and girlfriend, my husband would not call our dates “DATES”. The moments we spent together, the memories, the conversations we had during those not-so “datish” dates were all beautiful… fantastic… magical, but us going out became so natural from the time I lost a deal with him and I had to buy him a beer and squid balls that we didn’t think we were dating every time we went out. We weren’t in a relationship “yet” when I lost the deal. We weren’t friends either. He’s three years older than me, and according to Korean culture, people who don’t belong to the same age bracket can’t be friends. I didn’t even know what we were that time, other than “he’s my tutee and I’m his teacher, and when he gets tired of our lessons, we go out for some drinks or watch a movie instead”.

Suddenly, he called me one day and asked if I had any plans on Saturday. I didn’t have any plans, so when he suggested we try the new coffee shop in our subdivision, I said, “Yes”. For the first time, there were butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous, confused, but at the same time, happy that it wasn’t just another after-class session. We were going out on a weekend, and that was something.

I never cared whether or not there was “something”. I used to care more about what he learned from me. I am a very dedicated teacher, after all.

However, as Saturday was coming, I became miserable, wrestling with my subconscious thoughts, thinking whether or not there really was something or if I did the right thing when I accepted his invitation to go out with him on the weekend when I could go shopping with my girl friends. “Should I go out with him? Is it a date? It must be a date. What if I think it is, and he thinks it’s not? What if I bring a book, and I ask him to bring his electronic dictionary and his notebook, so none of us assumes it’s a date? No, silly! It’s a date. It’s a date, okay? You are not to be his teacher on Saturday. You are his date… and you should look your best.”

Alas! Saturday came. I slept all morning and when I woke up, I started rummaging through my closet to find the right dress to wear for the evening. Was I excited? You tell me. I spent hours getting ready for the date or “whatever” it was. 

couple2An hour before our engagement, he called to say he was ready. I thought that he would be waiting for me at the coffee shop, but I was surprised to see him outside my house, waiting in the car. He must have waited there for a long time, but he was smiling and his eyes had that gentle, entrancing look as he was telling me that I made him wait too long. Every time I was late for our class, he would look at the clock and make a face, but not that night. I could smell his aftershave when I sat next to him. It turned out that I wasn’t the only one who wanted to look my best. He did a lot of prepping up, too. He looked different, very handsome in fact. He had a hair cut and his hair was nicely gelled. I used to see him in round neck T-shirt and shorts every time I went to his house for our class, but on our first “official” date, he was clad in white collared semi-fitted shirt and blue jeans that I was certain he had not worn for days. In the car, we were quiet, but we always had something to talk about. That night, it was as if we were both at a loss for words. (Avril Lavigne‘s “Complicated” suddenly comes to mind. ^^)

Finally, we were at the coffee shop. We didn’t need a car to get there. The coffee shop is just a few blocks away from my house. We could have just walked. I knew he was trying to impress me. Besides the car, the after-shave, the gelled hair and the new look, he was being extra nice to me. He was more amiable, and he didn’t tease me at all. He used to kid around and say things that made me want to punch him in the face so hard, but that night, he told me only good things, not flattery, “happy” things, “real” things… and I think that’s when I saw him differently… and I began to like him more. (MYMP‘s “A Little Bit” is playing in my head at the moment.)

We were just getting started. The waitress handed us the menu, and we were going to have pasta, but crap, the phone… his phone rang!

540467_461004223914260_1972193959_nHis friend probably needed the car he borrowed PRONTO that he had to leave in a couple of minutes, so we decided to order drinks instead.

Until now, I don’t know why he borrowed that car… or why he kept saying, “This isn’t my plan. Sorry, this isn’t my plan.” (I wonder what his plan was. I asked him while I was writing this post, but he said he can’t remember. We spent a few minutes reminiscing our dates, though. ^^♡)

It could have been a magnificent first date, if that’s what it was, but well, there had been many wonderful dates after that, and I’m sure there will be more. It doesn’t matter if we think of them as dates or not. What’s important is that we enjoy “being together” and we build great memories out of them.


5 thoughts on “The Dates

  1. hallo how re u doing?


  2. Hello Kyrelee. Thanks for sharing your love story. I hope all goes well with you, your Korean husband and your baby. I also pray that your family will be together for good. Take care. ^^♡


  3. So nice,kilig much..he.he. i remember way back on 2008, when my korean bf first attempted to invite me for a dinner. I’m working in casino as a dealer, a lot of koreans are gamblers even students.almost everyday i encountered them, my first impression was, koreans are harsh, rude and scary. Spitting on the ashtray…ewwwssss. at first they come to casino to enjoy but later on they are addicted until they spent all their money in gambling.
    Casino has a BINGO game also, at that time we had a quarterly bingo where big
    jackpots are at stake and tickets are costly also.A day before the game(saturday) he asked”how much is the jackpot for the bingo coz i have a ticket?” I told him “P 1M peso on the last game” (one ticket, you can play 10 games). Ok, he said “if i win, i’ll gonna give you.”i just smiled to him.
    The next day, it’s bingo day, a lot of people are playing. I was on my table, and then he came to me and telling that he won, (not the jackpot prize but game 7 which has a prize of 70,000 peso) so he’s asking me what i want as what he had promised. Customer-relation is not allowed in our i declined and tell him no, it’s okay. But he really insisted, and asking me my cp no. i didn’t know that my boss is listening to our conversation. So i told him the situation, si boss nman napakakunsintidor, ” sige Day (i’m ilongga) don’t worry, mabait nman yan eh”.. huh…. we did gave each other’s cp no. In my case, i didn’t think of it seriously. we still had our conversation, where to met and how can he give me, we ended up to met on wed (my day off) at a mall, it was sunday that time.
    Monday came, still on my day shift work @ around 6pm i received a miscall, then a message, inviting me to have a dinner. I didn’t replied coz i know it was him.after my breaktime, i go back to work, i saw him, standing in front of my table and confirming me if my answer will be “yes”. I had lot of customers playing, he waited until i finished the game. I’m confused, really don’t know what to do. I didn’t expect it coz i thought we’ll meet wednesday. At the end of my shift at 8pm, i decided to met him. We had a dinner buffet at one of Cebu’s best hotel, at first i was uneasy, then as we get along, we enjoyed each other’s conversation. I’m a little bit nervous when he told me “you cannot go home until 12 midnight”.. what? Why? .. (thinking it was only our first time going out). A lot of thoughts running in my mind but i ignore those negative ones.. he just told me “later i will tell you” we continue our conversation, until almost 12midnight, he decided to send me home. When we reach the house i’m renting, he look at his watch”it’s already 12, say Happy Birthday to me”… ahhhh.. it was his birthday.. and from then on, he always invited me out, or sometimes just heard him knocking on my door. It was 5 years ago, our love story has begun, we have ups and downs, worst is when he confessed that he has a family in korea, being raised in a well mannered family, i decided to break him up. But then , maybe destined or there’s a force pulling us together, magic of love, he.he.i got pregnant instead and bore a son. He has a choice that time, to go back to korea and never see me again, but he told me that he love me, any consequences he will suffer. In my case, i never regretted it “i love him too” i don’t want to destroy his family. I was 28 when i had our baby, so happy, i have a well compensated job and i can support him, being a single mom is not a big issue for me.
    As of this time, our son is 3 years old and our relationship is still strong, i visited korea 3 times already and he visit us here also. I don’t know until when will our relationship will be going this way, as long as there’s love , faith and hope that someday will be together again. Sorry if i write too long, just wanna share you my story. God bless you and family.


  4. Hi, Cher. ^^ He was my Adult ESL student for almost a year. How many months/years did you teach your husband?


  5. that was so nice…those were the your hubby was also your student before?same story here kkk glad to know we have similar stories kkkk


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