As there are too many catastrophic first date stories in this world, I'll share a nice one. We went to the best local coffee shop in Winston-Salem, where, as we chatted, he pulled out a pen and sketched a picture of me on a napkin. (He's quite a good artist. I still have that napkin.) Then, after seeing "My Week With Marilyn" at a local movie theatre, we snuck onto a roof where we were definitely not supposed to be, and the night was so clear we could see plenty of stars. We stayed on the roof for hours, talking, getting to know each other, dancing a bit. Needless to say, there were many more dates to follow.