First Date

Three years ago, tonight, Nathan took me out on our first date.

We went to Ole, a great little restaurant in Cambridge. Drank Margaritas and ate guacamole. I remember thinking that his accent was SO southern, and that he seemed a little nervous. I called him Nate at one point, and he corrected me. We grabbed a drink at a nearby bar afterward and I introduced him to The Postal Service. I wish I could better remember little nuances of that first date, but really, who thinks on a first date that they are sitting across the boy they are going to marry?

Happy First Date Anniversary, Love.


(not our first date)