Wow.

And I was like, "Well, well." Saturday afternoon, uh, we planned to just hang out, and I had, like, a couple of destinations to take her for some food, a beer, whatever.

Oh.

But I think it could be, like, a first-date type of nerves, but, um, I don't know.

I have this convertible.

I should be literally and figuratively in the driver's seat, you know?