Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks Would Be So Proud

My pretties, ya'll are awesome. Thanks so very much for your sweet words of encouragement. I promise not to ask to crash on your couch when I start the cross-country tour of dive bars. I'll probably just ask to take your beds outright.

Know what else is awesome? Having the best blind date ever!

The Boy: Half Jewish (yes!). Funny. Smart. Handsome. Ex-professional poker player. Currently a creative writing/film student.

The Car Door: Opened for me!

The Restaurant: Chinese with plenty of kitsch.

Number of Times We Said the Exact Same Thing at the Same Time: Twice.

The Fortunes From the Cookies: (Mine) "You bring a lot of happiness to people."
(His) (Um, okay. His had some typos, so we're not really sure what it said. Something about wise men knowing everyone or something. Whatever--mine was right on.)

The Apartment: Lots of black leather furniture and a random weight bench, but clean. Bachelorfied, but clean.

The Kiss: Ya'll, he held my face in his hands. HE HELD MY FACE IN HIS HANDS!!! Like in every romantic comedy ever made! So good. So very, very good. We kissed enough to know that I want more, but not too much that I wouldn't be mortified IF my parents had been watching.

And he smelled good. Pheromones, I think.

Kids, I might be in trouble here. I might be in honest-to-God trouble.

In the Comments section, tell me about the first time you fell in love. I'm not saying this is it, but astrologically speaking, we're looking real good here, folks.