Hopless Romantic I am Not.

We very recently went to Galveston on vacation. It was a traumatic event to say the least. I really can't even talk about it. Seriously!
However, we had a lovely evening for my dear husband's 40th birthday. We ate at very nice restaurant and drank $40 worth of alcohol. Afterward, DH wanted to take a walk on the beach.

DH: Let's take a romantic walk on the beach under the moon.

Me: No

DH: When will we have this opportunity again and look at the moon. Let's go.

Me: No. I don't want to get dirty.

DH: ??

Me: I have already had two showers today. Let's go back to the room and go to bed.

DH: ?

Me: Look, I don't want to go for a walk in the sand because I'll get covered in sand, and I don't want to get dirty.

There is nothing suggestive in that "Let's go to bed." I really wanted to go to sleep. Probably a decision I will live to regret. Not sure how many husbands want to take that romantic stroll on the sand, hand in hand with their wife. And I said no.