Ah yes, it was an early summer night in Charleston the night Packy and I met. I was burned to a crisp from staying out way too long on Folly Beach with my friends and Packy was in town for his buddy's birthday. We were on King Street and I met him outside of a VERY divey bar called The Silver Dollar. We hung out inside and did a weird foot dance (???) and then the bouncer came over and told me I had to put my shoes back on, because the floor was in fact disgusting. The next afternoon, we had our first official date and Packy came over to my apartment to pick me up (wearing a t-shirt and no shoes while I had on a pretty dress, which we to this day laugh about). We were supposed to go to Petco to play with some puppies, but got lost, so we went back downtown with no plan of what to do but figured we would get some food and a drink. We ended up spending the whole day together. We walked around all of downtown Charleston, popping in and out of restaurants, bars, and ice cream shops, talking, trying new things, and enjoying our time together. We've spent many days and nights together like that since - our wandering dates. I expect we always will.