The date: A weekend getaway. They decide to skip out of town on a Friday. They sleep in -- waking up to no alarms and no schedules. It's 80 degrees and sunny, a beautiful day. They jump into his SUV on their way to a FantaSuite Hotel in the Midwest. They're in no hurry, so they stop at every roadside attraction, from boiled peanuts to fresh vegetables. They poke into old gas stations searching for trinkets, like souvenir penny-cruncher machines. Itís the quintessential road trip -- no shoes, feet on the dashboard. They listen to old country music or old 1980s sing-a-longs in the middle of nowhere. They bring their CDs just in case they can't get anything on the radio.

He's wearing baggy jeans and a worn flannel shirt, unbutton. They arrive at their hotel at dusk. Each room has a theme, and they choose the spaceship room, because she had seen a picture of it in a catalog. There's an octagon-shaped waterbed with a "lava hot tub," which surrounds the bed like a moat. They've got full cable, including MTV. Upon arriving to the room, they strip naked, lay on the bed and channel surf. Eventually, they take showers (individually, not together). It's very casual. While they're showering, they talk about what they want to do. They decide to order pizza, and while they're waiting for it, they go on a junk-food run, spending $30 for all kinds of treats, and cheap wine. The pizza arrives. They spread their entire smorgasbord on the bed, and they rent a movie -- some generic, light-hearted high school flick about cheerleaders and nerds. They eat, sampling all the different treats that they have, but not really finishing anything.

After the movie is over and theyíre finished eating, they decide to explore the town. Of course, there's not much going on, being that it's such a small town. They stumble upon a mini-golf course, which is closed. They hop the fence, explore, and they start making out on the Astroturf. Once they get a little "Astro-burn," they know it's time to go back to the hotel. Once there, they have a fun, physical time, "playing" all over the room, until they crash in a heap on top of the covers. At about 5 a.m., they crawl under the covers. They sleep in, until the maids knock at about noon. They go out and explore what the town is like during the day, and they decide to play a round of miniature golf, laughing as they pass their make-out spot from the night before. Then it's time for the four-hour drive home, which they do without stopping. He drops her off with a casual, informal goodbye, because she knows she'll see him soon, perhaps as early as that night. At home, she hangs out with the dog, does a load of laundry and enjoys the exciting yet comfortable feeling inside from her wonderful weekend.

(thanks Kelly)