You know that feeling you get after a major exam like the GRE or the MCAT or a pap smear? The one where you feel like you performed terribly but when you review it in your mind it's only logical that you did well? That's how I feel about last night's big date. There weren't any awkward silences, there was a lot of laughing, I was my charming self without exceeding my baseline level of spazz, it appeared he was having a good time, and yet . . . no moves were made. None. I even kept my hand available for holding during the movie and took a mint when we left the theater!
I suppose now we just wait to see what happens. In the meantime, let's focus on the douchebag who has handicapped plates AND a lift kit: