Alone...at last?

This is arguably my favorite spot on earth. The Mall in Central Park.

It is because of this location, and this location alone, that instead of bringing Seth anywhere else in Milwaukee, I immediately brought him back to my apartment on Friday night.

When my bestie Lauren and I were in New York we played games along The Mall-- Mommy or Nanny? Count the fanny packs! Friends or Lovers? Married or Cheating?

And best of all....Narrate the Awkward Date.

You can tell when a new couple is out on their pioneer adventure together. Their eye contact is off. They blush when they accidentally bump elbows. She's never quite sure if he's going to open the door for her. They get skiddish when the check arrives. Excusing oneself to use the facilities is a momentous task in itself.

Lauren and I loved to provide the storyline behind the awkwardness. And while we are unique, fabulous ladies, there's no way we could possibly be the only Awkward Date Narrators. Not up for having her first date with her internet boyfriend narrated, I took him to the only place I could think of out of the public eye.

And so we sat. In my apartment. Eating the Guckeen family Easter dinner leftovers and watching Old School. Reveling in the fact that we were together. Holding hands. And speaking. Without the use of a mobile phone. As soon as the ham, and the wine, and the cheesey potatoes disappeared, so did the awkwardness.

And that, boys and girls, is the story of our very first date.