Job asked me out on this week's date and took me to sports night and Dropkick Murphys at the Pops last night.
(I really don't even know what's with that JVD looking thing going on. ew.)
And I really loved it because I got to hold Job's hand, sing 'Sweet Caroline' with my hands in the air, and watch people scrambling all over symphony hall to catch flying t-shirts.
Some cruising around with the moon roof open, nachos, and an episode of Fresh Prince added a nice finishing touch to the evening.
Date night well done lover, I now must attempt to come up with something awesome for next week's date. Be prepared for awesomeness.