Any busy adult understands that it’s sometimes difficult to allocate time for just you and your significant other. There are always a million things that will fill your planner, and any sort of date night takes a back seat and usually gets bumped to the next opportunity.
We were able to free up an evening, and my wife found an event right up her alley…
BINGO NIGHT
Yep, I’ve officially crossed over. I’ll start yelling at kids to get off my lawn any day now, and my wife already peers through the blinds at unsuspecting neighbors. We’ve become THAT couple. BINGO night just seals the deal. But I didn’t realize what a following BINGO has.
My wife, on the other hand, was well aware, and has been a proud member of the secret BINGO society for years. She even has her own DOBBERS- the ink thing that marks your BINGO card (I had to ask).
So, armed with her DOBBERS, popcorn, hot dog, and a few Dr. Peppers, she leads me through my first BINGO night. I was worried that I’d be the only guy there, but there were other husbands there that look as displaced as I felt. We’d make eye contact and just do the silent head nod thing… we all knew why we were there. HAPPY WIFE, HAPPY LIFE.
And I got into it… BAD. After each round of not winning, I’d pout, and after a handful of losing rounds, I told the gals sitting next to me that if I do eventually win, I’m going to lose my sh!t and make a scene. An inappropriate celebratory dance, too much hip gyrating, maybe some finger guns at my wife… something. But it never happened. I’ll just bust out my BINGO champ dance next time, but until then, GET OFF MY LAWN.