First dates are this odd mélange of dread and wonder and "did I really trip over my tongue that badly?". I don't know if it's that I'm not especially good at them or that I'm so consumed with keeping my tongue proceeding at the proper cadence that I spend too much tine in my head than in the moment. But! There was a ton of fantastic conversation. Which is excellent.
I had an excellent time and maybe went for a few surreptitious glances between films. But I wouldn't admit to that in court.
Lastly. How the heck do you cap a nice date with a kiss in a car? I think this is where having more first dates would have helped. Not that I'm upset. More amused.
Who just waves like that? Honestly.
Such a great day.