Yesterday I went on a first date, something I try to avoid. It seems to me that first dates are often obnoxious, awkward, and altogether a waste of time. But this time it was different...
Sitting in the theater, we talked about whatever was on our minds. The movie started and I couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He's the only boy who didn't touch me during a movie, and he's the only one I've ever wanted to do so.
How is it that our minds identify people we could really love someday? What are the small things that make the distinction between a guy you'll never call, and one you could imagine waking up in the morning with?