I Had a Catholic Date.

I just got back from a date. With a Catholic boy.

We went to mass. (mass!)

We ate dinner at a little Italian bistro on main street.

We argued (teasingly) over whether "orderly" was an adverb or and adjective in a particular sentence.

We saw Elvis' birthplace.

We missed our turn and got lost on the highway for ten minutes.

We might do all this again sometime soon.

And I just might like that to happen, very very much.