- Ordering pu pu platters
- Wearing high heels
- Going to romantic weekend getaway destinations
I didn't expect that I'd grow up to be 6'1, so the high heels thing isn't part of my wardrobe. Plus, I can't walk in 'em. That's out.
So, that leaves me with my third one. Growing up outside of Chicago, I'd see these ads on TV about this romantic wonderland called Sybaris. According to their extremely cheesy, low-tech ads, I could look forward to flower petals on beds, wearing robes, fireplaces, and MY OWN IN-ROOM WHIRLTUB! Where do I sign up for this? Look at this place:
The funny thing is that it didn't even register at all as a creepy thing. It just looked like so much fun to rent a pool suite! I imagined it'd be like we were riding in Vince Neil's limo cruising down the Sunset Strip, right? Break open the champagne.
In high school, I heard that a few friends were going to rent out some rooms at Sybaris after prom and it re-ignited my desire to go. I asked my boyfriend at the time if he'd be into it and he flatly rejected the idea. No rose petals? No luxurious robes? No in-room whirltub? Nope. None for me. He was never up for anything like that. I mean, he worked at a record store. Those guys aren't exactly known to kick up their heels.
Am I alone in this? Did anyone else ever think that these places were the height of fun and romance? Did the lunatics on Blind Date kill this whirlpool-during-a-date idea? So many questions!