I remember like three months ago when I said skating was the perfect date. 

But tonight I had a date that was pickup pizza, south park/workaholics episodes, a trip down the aisles of QD, making out on his bed, and telling him that I’m ready to be exclusive. 

I’m starting to think that that was much closer to perfect, between the innocence of it all, the simplicity, the humor, the joy. It’s not what you do, it’s who you share it with.