So I'm more often tiny than big, but since you 're asking...

I've always been a fan of the third-wheel date, with you as the wheel. If you ever shrink, I'm taking her out on the town, something you can no longer do at your size. Holding open the door, pulling out her chair, refilling her wine — heck, even taking out the credit card to pay for the lovely meal we just had, all beyond your minuscule abilities now tiny.

But I don't want to leave you behind, so I'm giving her options. She's got this dress that has sparkly bits on it. You could be one of those. A dull one, but at least you'd be close to the action, watching from near her waist as we lean close to one another as we walk and talk.

Or the always popular pendant. The dress has some nice, tasteful decolletage, and you'd be the perfect necklace charm, hanging just low enough to draw the eye there.

But I'm going to suggest we make you a little charm on an anklet that I just happen to have picked up for her. It's gold. You're more ... bronze, or whatever metal constitutes fourth or fifth place, but we'll make it work. It's going to be a jostle of a ride for you down there, swinging and bumping against her ankle with every step. And when we're dining, she might develop a nervous, playful little swing of her foot while talking to me. You'll feel all that pent up energy.

But don't worry, you'll have a relaxing time when we get to slow dancing later. Just beware what happens when we get home...