Sometimes the nicest things are the goofiest.
David did not feel well, he stayed home and in bed resting. On my way home I picked up Indian food. When I got home we had a picnic in bed, all cuddled in eating tikka masala and veggie vindaloo and papri chat.
And this picnic was a testament to ghengis’ good behavior. A year ago he would hae ripped the bed apart to get the food, today he employed the more subtle “cute little fella” face.
Is a nice kind of date to have with someone.