The best date I ever had was in the third grade.
It wasn’t all that romantic. It took place at Q-Zar Laser Tag Center.
And I didn’t go on the date with my grade school crush. I went with my dad.
Part of what made this date so special is that my dad didn’t ask me out in advance. He surprised me.
One day, during school, I got called up to the office. “Alex, your dad is here to pick you up,” the voice beckoned over the intercom.
I was confused. I did not remember having a dentist appointment, family vacation, or any other reason to be called out of school. Besides, it was typically my mom who would take me out to do those things.
But there was my father, standing in the office, signing me out for the afternoon. I think I waited until we were buckled up in the car, out of the parking lot and in the clear, to ask my dad where we were going.
That’s when he told me that we were going to play laser tag. In the middle of a school day. Just the two of us. Not for my birthday. Not for good grades. Just for fun. Continue reading