We hit the pavement and I could hear the wet crunch of city streets underneath my tires. The cool air whipped past and my fingers immediately ached with coldness. We forgot our gloves at home, but I have no regrets. It made me feel. It helped me remember. For this was a moment I wouldn’t want to soon forget.
Date Idea: Go for a bike ride together. It’s not ingenious, but it felt as if we had stumbled upon a gold mine. The treasure chest of date ideas. I had a smile plastered to my face during the entire two hour adventure.
I keep asking myself, what made this date so special? It could have to do with the vintage bikes, courtesy of the Ace Hotel. And I would say that Portland romanced me in more ways then one. But there was something about riding bikes next to my husband. Like two kids out to play. Young and free.
This one is going down in the history books. We’ll be old, gray and barely able to walk. I’ll look at Vitaliy and say, “Remember our bike ride in downtown Portland?” He’ll sip his tea, while his wrinkles overlap each other, as a smile forms across his face.
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