win a date with mike merrill: #3 and #4

Okay, this is going to be mildly confusing for a minute, so bear with me. You may remember that Mikey and I made a bet on Thanksgiving resulting in my winning four “dates.” I agreed to blog about them to give him good PR before he goes public. I wrote about the first two dates in December, and then HRS ARK ROYAL became my boyfriend, so continuing to go on fake dates seemed sort of awkward. (You all know that HRS ARK ROYAL and mikey m. are the same person, right? That information should make this entry less confusing. Or maybe it won’t. I’m not sure.) But I am bound by contractual agreement to blog about two more dates, so I’m going to cram them both into this one entry and then wash my hands of this whole mess. Phew! In the interest of continuity, I will refer to my date as Mike Merrill here, but will return to pseudonym usage in future posts. Okay. Here we go.
One week ago, Mike and I went on a very traditional “dinner and a movie” date. Mike planned it and kept the restaurant a surprise, which just made me melt. The number one thing I love? Surprises. Amendment: Pleasant Surprises. Mikey bet me dinner that I would not have heard of the restaurant, and he lost the bet. Taqueria Nueva is not a well kept secret- quite the contrary! It is a beloved NE restaurant- great for dinner before a movie at the Laurelhurst. I was surprised Mike would make such a futile bet, but he later admitted he just wanted an excuse to buy me dinner. Isn’t that nice?
I had mousse for dessert, Mikey had tequila:

Then we went to the movies. We saw “Goodnight and Good Luck.” It was really, really good. George Clooney, I swoon for thee. We shared a kiddie meal.

After that we went to a fancy place for cocktails, then back to Mike’s for snuggles, etc. I will venture to say that this was a perfect date.
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A few nights later, we had our fourth and final date. We made dinner together at Mike’s, followed by a much hyped viewing of the classic romance, “40 Year Old Virgin.” Dinner was wonderful, movie was decent, date was cool. This is what we ate:

I think the moral of the story is this:
Fake dates always turn into real dates, eventually.
Remember that, young lovers.