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We were heading to Dave's downtown loft for Veronica's going away party. It was a bit late, and we weren't sure if there was going to be any food left.

I said, "We're going on a date now. When we park, we're going to get out, and I'm going to find somewhere to eat near Dave's."

Downtown's kind of scary and dangerous at night. I offered my arm, which she hooked and I walked on the outside closest to the street. Gradually making our way near Dave's. We immediately decided on Brooklyn Pizza as we passed.

I opened the door for her, bought the bad-ass pizza-by-the-slice.

At the end of dinner, she was swaying with the Jazz tune on the restaurant loudspeaker.

"I suck at this, but let's dance."

I took her and we danced together in the middle of the restaurant, to the surprise of the few people there.

"Nice red pants," she said.

"You know I'm a colorful person."

We left and went to Dave's for the rest of the evening.

Tonight, I spontaneously got to be as perfect as a gentleman I could be. It was something fun, in all sense times like these are just practice for the occasion I meet, not the most perfect, but, the most ideal woman for my life at the time.

I can be a pretty rad guy, you know.