TR OF DATE:
Okay, so realized I was single driving along the state. Had to make a few stops. Emotions run high and book it to location for actual date. I say 'book it' but what I really mean is hands at 10 & 2 with face 2 inches away from the steering wheel. Your grandmother's defensive driving has never looked this cool.
Arrive at hotel and clandestinely approach concierge and get parking pass and expected room number. I knock on the hotel door while fixing hairs as a surprise. He answers. He's shirtless and in basketball shirts.
Hello.. hello back.. awko hug.
We go to play ping pong and I'm doing well, REALLY well. Had a 6 point lead in the beginning. He wins but doesn't matter #feelingboss.
Reveals he's been playing with his alt hand the whole time. #notfeelingboss
He switches hands and bets that I can't even make 5 points this game. My ego is at stake here, so I obviously agree to play. We're volleying, he's throwing crazy backspins at me with little return success on my end. Until BOOM, make 4 points. All I need is that 5th point for the world to rainbow out around me. He serves. Some stuff happened and my sandal flies off and I'm on the ground 5 feet from the table in a total faceplant position.
Things weren't looking too swell. But shhh, relax. Girlie pulled through with a 9 point loss! With ego still intact, we then go to see Kickass 2.
We got popcorn and he ate all of it and complained that I am a bad influence. The movie was good in case anyone was curious.
blah blah blah, banged him like 4 times to some malfunctioning rando sexy YouTube playlist.