Seeing as we are now an old, married couple, Jay and I decided to try out this fun little book to reignite the spark of our youthful days. The book has 101 ideas for romantic (read "clothed" so don't worry, everything here is PG. Mostly ... ) encounters. Each page is sealed separately, so you don't know what the event will be until you rip it out of the book.

Last week Jason picked option number 28, "Draw and Get Lucky" in which I was about to become the lucky winner of the Love Lotto. I got to put a bunch of ideas of things I wanted him to do in a jar, and he drew one out.

As luck would have it for me, he chose "Plan and take me out on a nice date." But then, I guess luck had it for him too, seeing as he could have alternatively drawn "Go to a Tupperware Party" or "Spend an evening watching Disney movies."

Tonight we went on our Love Lotto date.

First we met in Britannia Beach, a little town just outside of Squamish, where he began the evening by presenting me with a beautiful red rose. (Heads up, as far as Hollywood-style romance goes, it ends right here. This is Michelle-style romance, so you can put your barf bags away ... )

Then we went to this renown road-side burger joint called Mountain Wo-Man.

We have been meaning to stop by for, oh, two years, because we have heard such rave reviews, but we hadn't got around to it, until we found out that it was going to be closing in September because of the highway construction.

Mountain Wo-Man's burgers and poutine did not disappoint.

During dinner it was revealed that we were, in fact, on a poetry date, and that I was now required to write a poem about Jason, and him about me, which we would later read aloud to one another during our own private Poetry Slam. (Trust me, it's still Michelle-style romance. Let's just say that we had to wait for the children and elderly to clear the area before the Poetry Slam began ... )

Then I had a chocolate-dipped ice cream ...

And Jason had the cone.

Then we drove down to Porteau Cove, another popular place in our area that we had yet to frequent.

First, Jason reminisced about his past scuba diving experiences in this very spot.

Then we went over to the big dock that you can walk along.

Then we walked along it.

Then we climbed up to the look out.

Then we looked out.

Then we climbed back down.

Then we climbed back up a different look out, where we decided to hold our Poetry Slam.

Then we slammed poetry.

My poem was called "J is for Jason," an acrostic in which I described a variety of Jason's characteristics and interests (real or otherwise) according to the letters of his name. They included:

• Jolly,
• Astronaut,
• Skeleton, sliding, spandex, Squampton, short shorts and there might have been another word that starts with "S" and rhymes with spandex.
• Ogling
• Nautical (If I remember correctly, there was some mention of the "motion of the ocean" ... )

Hey, Dickinson, move out da way ...

Ummm ... Jason's poem can't be repeated here, or I will have to put "I am over 18" button to get into my site.

But if his mom is reading this, then Jason's composition was an epic love poem extolling the virtues of modesty and purity.

Then we took our self-portrait against a bubblegum-coloured sky dotted with cotton candy clouds, while the final wisps of sunlight danced gleefully off the gentle waves of the ocean and faded behind the majestic mountain peaks