Do you remember Love Connection? I can remember my mom watching that show when I was younger.

It was hosted by a guy named Chuck Woolery. He would have a man or woman come on the show and choose a date, in hopes of a “love connection.” For the sake of this post, we’ll say it’s a woman. The woman gets to see three clips of potential dates. The audience then chooses who they think is the right date for the woman.

The woman, who had already gone on the blind date, introduces who she chose. Chuck then interviews both about what happened on the date. Sometimes it was a disaster. Sometimes they were planning the wedding. Other times it was just so-so. No matter what, it was always an entertaining show.

Guys, that’s what I needed last weekend.

I needed good old Chuck to bring Will and I out in front of a live studio audience (Ooh! I wonder if we’d get to sit on those awesome heart shaped couches!? I hope, I hope!) where we would then proceed to pick from three dates, hoping to find the perfect match. The couple we would want to spend the rest of our lives with (ha ha) How fun would that be!?! Hopefully ONE of them would be the perfect match for us, right!?!

Right??

Sigh.

Incase you’re wondering, there wasn’t a love connection over breakfast. It wasn’t awful, but we weren’t planning on making them godparents either. It was just okay. I think both sides would agree. I also think “just okay” is normal. Very, very normal.

The couple was nice, I would hope they’d say the same thing about us. However, we’re opposite in a lot of ways. Ha- you should have seen the look on their faces when we told them we went to the Super Bowl this year. It was if one wanted to say,"Oh my gosh, honey. Quick! Think of a way out! The signal! Give me the signal!” It was funny.

Everything went fine. No crazy stories, really. They were late and I feared they took one look at us and stood us up. Will simply wanted to go in and start eating without them, so I had to explain the mannerisms and rules of dating. We waited 15 minutes and thankfully, they hadn’t stood us up. They had parking problems.

The conversation was fine. Nothing wonderful, but then again it was the first time we’d ever seen each other. Mostly, the usual initial, “Where are you from?” and “How long have you been married?” type questions. I will say, though, on the way there I was talking to Will about conversation topics and I said, “Obviously we’ll ask them how they met, right?” Will just looked at me and said that was dumb. No one asks that on a first date, he said- which I totally argued. Everyone asks that on a first date! We went back and forth on the way there and I finally decided fine! I’ll can the question.

I almost died right on the table when the husband asked US the “how’d you meet” question. I kicked Will under the table and gave him an I-told-you-so look. Too funny.

So, that was the date. Okay. Fine. Alright. C+. I think both couples realize young married friends are slim pickin’ over here, so we should jump on what we’ve got. I liked them. Hopefully they liked us.

Would we see them again? Yes. Hopefully they would say the same. I think they would. In fact, they even hinted at getting together next weekend. I don’t think we’ll be able to this weekend (you know- our super demanding schedules- cough), but I think we’d be up for the next.

“The Date” made me realize two things. The first is that sometimes I think Will and I do better solo. When it’s just me and Will we have this perfect dynamic, but when we add another couple in the mix it’s not as perfect. However, I also realized that I think I’m ready to start “dating” other couples, or at least am open to the idea. Doing it here is almost impossible, but hopefully one day when we go home we’ll have that “love connection” I was talking about earlier.

So, sorry guys. No good stories. You’re going to think I’m terrible- but I was actually hoping things would either take a huge nose dive or that the couple would be the best people we’ve ever met in our lives, simply so I’d have something to post about (look at me! I’m obsessed with blogging!). Neither happened. I’m okay with that. We had a good time and met a couple we might go out with again.

So here’s to finding the perfect couple!