The New York Times has a ‘Tiny Love Stories’ section on their site. Here, readers are encouraged to submit entries. 100 words max. Here’s one I submitted:
“How about the Spaghetti Warehouse?” “How about no.” Next thing I know, we’re on our first date. Sitting on oversized pillows underneath a starlit ceiling listening to Enya. Shoeless. A rock garden and ceramic plug-in waterfall grace our table. I’m pulling apart oversized Siamese toothpicks for the first time. Stabbing at seaweed-and-rice-wrapped fish the white-hatted chef forgot to cook. Sipping what I can only presume was hot wine poured into the tiniest of teacups. “Try new things,” she urges. That was 16 years and hundreds of strip mall sushi dates ago.