Lunch With Mrs B and Mr L

The man and I have been wanting to do this for the longest time- take Mrs B and Mr L out and feed them! I'm very fond of Mrs B. And the man, after meeting her a couple of times, he understood why. He could see that she's got the vibes of my favorite aunts, and how she's a genuine, lovely person.

Finally we managed to fix a date, and it was such an exciting time looking forward to it. In my miserable week at work, it was the bright spark that I was eagerly waiting for. And of course, as the week wound to a memorable close, I was in a more than cheerful mood for lunch. I could fully enjoy the time spent with Mrs B and Mr L.

Age gap? No. That didn't come through in the conversation, except for many points of which the man and I gladly deferred to their wiser experiences. The man and I are really quite chuffed that they don't mind lunching with us punks! We love their insights and welcome their perspectives on many issues.

I was quite focused on the matter of feeding them. There must be a continuous stream of food appearing at the table. But hey, at least we were judicious with ordering small portions and slowly built that up to the main carb provider in the form of lobster noodles! Ooof. I was so full that I couldn't eat dinner till 9ish. Even then, I ate only fries at the fast food outlet in between catching the bands at Clarke Quay.

It's so evident that Mrs B and Mr L have such sizzling chemistry together after all these years of marriage. Years down the road, that's something the man and I hope to have. It's quite inspiring to see it displayed in front of our eyes. It's the first time we talked to Mr L proper, and we love his sense of humor. The man mumbled something about getting his number to get him out on a coffee date so that they could continue the conversation which was rudely interrupted by Mrs B and I. Muahahahahha.