A disputed anniversary
Two years ago tonight Magda and I went on our first date. According to her. According to my records, our first date was held two days prior, when we went to the Nova Gorica municipal pool for night swimming. She does not count this as a date, though, as in her mind it was just two people going swimming together. To me it was a date because my hands were all sweaty when I asked her, and according to my sister’s calculus that means it was definitely a date. The following night she came to my house for dinner, and by the third night there was no denying that what we were doing was dating. Anyway, here’s a lame-ass-but-precious-to-me picture of us about to go out on what was indisputably our first and/or third date.
Happy anniversary! Today! Not two days ago! Evidently! By your own account!
First off, using me as the arbiter of dating epistemology only reveals the poverty of your thesis.
We’ve suffered a miscommunication: it is not the state of one’s own hands, but of the opposite party’s hands, or rather of both parties’ hands that determines the datiness or non-datiness of the meeting. (Also, I cited shakiness at the point of arrival, not sweatiness at the time of asking, but let us not quibble over small variables.) If I were having lunch with, say, Alan Rickman, my hands would shake, and how. But until I see Alan Rickman’s hands shaking, I don’t believe it’s a date.
Comment by Elsa — Saturday 30 July 05 @ 16.40 MDT+2.00
Right. I observed the difference between shakiness vs. sweatiness, but figured they were two sides of the same coin. And bear in mind that I was the “opposite party” at the time we’re speaking of. So, in my mind, our first date fell on 28 July. But bear in mind also who’s the boss.
Comment by sgazzetti — Saturday 30 July 05 @ 21.46 MDT+2.00
Wouldn’t the word in fact be dateness, rather than datiness, as in a noun rather than adjective? Just sayin’. Not to compete with you two learned linguists. I kind of wish I could do something wherein either myself or the other party would feel either sweatiness or shakiness. As unpleasant as that actually sounds. Oh well. Never mind. I guess the end result of all that sweatiness and shakiness is sort of where I am now, comfy as an old sofa.
Comment by gaoo — Monday 1 August 05 @ 02.21 MDT+2.00