On our first date, I was so flustered that I couldn't remember where I parked; not even whether it was a left or a right out of the restaurant. He happily took my hand and we went looking for it on a cold December night. After about 45 minutes of exploring-huzzah! I could just make out the outline of my beautiful silver steed through the pouring rain. I was elated, but mortified: would he ever want to go out with me again? I snuck a look at Chris, expecting to see impatience written all over his face. But to my surprise, he was grinning wide: "What an adventure!" he proclaimed.