The date was supposed to be at 7:30, but I showed up ten minutes late! I'm a dork. I hate parking downtown.
I had hoped that we'd go hit the town after dinner, but Dannielle had had a late night Friday and was a bit tired. Even so we sat in the restaurant and chatted until nearly 11pm. She was forced to leave in order to keep her car out of valet purgatory.
She is smart, funny and pretty. I hope there is a second date.
[ Insert Roger Lodge quip here. ]