So this is going to be a post about one of my best friends who went on a first date on Saturday

and it is the cutest non-proposal story I have heard in my life.

So they went to the movies and threw popcorn at each other

and stayed after the movie until they got kicked out.

Then they went for a walk along the waterfront

and then they paddled in the ocean for a while (in their clothes)

and then when her boots got filled with sand and were really uncomfortable he carried her

carried her

and there were people around

and then when they got to the train station they hugged goodbye.

That is the most adorable first date ever, my friends.

Especially because this friend of mine is the cutest, sweetest person you have ever met.

And then I realised

the first date I ever went on was at a movie, and we didn’t speak to each other the whole time except to say goodbye straight after the movie

and basically every other date I’ve been on has been equally as miserable

and that’s why I’ve refused to go out with anyone for the past year.

But my faith in heterosexual males has been restored a little.

And I think I would very much like a boyfriend.

The Augustus Waters type.

(But musical, preferably.)

(And doesn’t die at the end.)