4 years ago today, a boy took a girl on their first date.
She was nervous, and I think he was too.
They went to a fun restaurant, and went to see the Michael Jackson movie (because they're awesome).
She didn't think he liked her that much, because he didn't hold her hand. Until the last 5 minutes of the movie (he later explained to the girl that he didn't want to get clammy hands on their first date).
They stood in line at a haunted house for nearly 2 hours, until they decided to just go back to their dorms.
He walked her to the door. And he kissed her.
She did the happy dance.
Of course, she waited until he couldn't see her anymore to do the happy dance.
And they lived happily ever after.
Mr. Jacks, thanks for taking me on that first date. I think we make a pretty darn good team.