I really love my husband. I just don't want to decapitate him on our date.

My husband and I have fun nights out with friends for special events and parties. But when it comes to date night, we can be kind of boring. We grab a nice quiet dinner, maybe a movie and sometimes end up at Walmart around midnight to grab a few things because it’s easier to go into any store without our girls.

I was feeling adventurous and decided to do something different this time. I am not sure why, but I was strangely drawn to the concept of axe throwing.

I had originally suggested to some friends that we grab our hubbies and plan a group date night, but that went over like a lead balloon. So here we are, just me and my favorite guy. I mean, if we are going to kick it up a few notches, why not add the element of danger? It only makes sense. Nothing says I love you like beer and blades, right? I was super excited.

As we walked in, I was surprised at how quiet it was for a Friday night. We went to the front desk to check in and I began to look around. There was a large display of hatchets along with posters of actors with axes all over the walls. (Think Jack Nicholson in The Shining.) I was starting to get nervous; maybe the possibility of accidental death wasn’t such a good idea after all.

But the owner was super nice and very chill. As he took our information, I began my rapid-fire line of questioning: is this safe, has anyone ever been injured here, has anyone lost a limb or died as a result of this activity?

He just laughed and said there hadn’t been a reported injury at an axe throwing establishment in the entire U.S. — his insurance company had checked. And axe throwing was a real, legit sport, with leagues and tournaments. I seriously thought this was just a new trendy activity that millennials were doing to de-stress. He added that he used to work in emergency services, so he was trained to deal with traumas. Once I found out they sold alcohol and he could maybe save me should I seriously injure myself, I was ready to go.

He handed us the hatchets and went over the safety precautions. He also demonstrated where to stand, and how to hold and swing the axe, as well as the different grips (one-handed or two).

As he placed the axe over his head and released it into the wood board, he was careful to remind us this is a game of skill — not strength. My heart was pounding, and I was terrified to hold that axe over my head and throw it. I kept thinking, I really love my husband and I do not want to decapitate him on our date.

It took one beer and several warmups before I hit my stride. It was pretty much like darts — the more I drink the better I play. But in this case I am hurling a deadly weapon. No big deal. The owner told us during our orientation that the ladies usually perform better than the men. Not to brag, but I do have pretty good hand eye coordination. Once I got that axe to stick in the wood it was game on. I hit not one, not two, but three bull’s-eye and slaughtered my husband in a game of 21.

We played for an hour and that was long enough. We were throwing next to each other so you couldn’t really be silly or chat each other up. You had to focus — where’s the fun in that? It is also a little bit of a workout. After 60 minutes we were both sweaty and ready to grab some beers minus our weapons.

We had fun. Maybe it was beginners’ luck for me or maybe I have some things to work out, but it doesn’t matter. I scored the most points and my husband is now terrified of me, so it was a win-win.