November 14th 2004

So, I had a date yesterday. We were going to go see Bridget Jone's Diary, cause we both have been in the mood, but it was sold out. SO we went to The Kickstand. My bought my date a 16 oz. cappuccino. I got a drip coffee. With creamer and one refill. A little cinnamon for the holiday time of year. We chatted, then chatted over homework: my date studying biochem, me planning the future of psychology and the philosophy of science in general. Though we bought tickets to see Saw while we were at the theater and we and arrived before the previews began, we still had to sit in the very front row. With no seats in front of us and the appearance of no others around, we both felt very exposed and vulnerable to the horror of the film. But we decided it best that we were as close as we were to the emergency exit anyway, just in case we had to make a break for it. We both screamed, often at differing parts, clutched at each other's arms, and even jumped to close the space between us. It was a pretty good flick. After a bathroom break due to the caffeine bliss before, we sat in my date's jeep, warming our hands on the heater and debriefing from the movie. We decided to take a left turn at the first light we came to, because neither of us had been down that road before. We came to a Taco Bell, and I offered to buy Tacos. After rummaging through small bills and change, we decided to go out on a limb and came away with the new beef and potatoe burrito and a new been burrito especial. Special it was. No 7 layer burrito, that's for sure. So we drove, never a dull moment, talking about things we like to do, books we like to read, movies the other should see, watching the list grow of things we need to do together, until we ran into a giant tea kettle, which happened to be Bob's Java Jive, which we were both really excited about because had never been there, had only heard of the place. Plus, it's a giant tea kettle! So, we went back to my house and enjoyed our burritos and poked a lot of fun at the Music Awards that my housemates were watching with our friend Richard. Then I proclaimed that I was tired, my date did too, so stood up and left. The goodbye was a little ackward: thank yous exchanged and the possiblity of a goodnight hug or kiss. With the shut of the front door, Tove's bedroom one opened and she beckoned me into her bed so we could giggle as I told her all about my evening.
That was my date.
Hope there is another soon.